I got sidetracked going to vote, and still had no trouble hitting goal.
(Gory details: my forever polling place is a six mile jaunt from here. I go in around 1 -- the street is EMPTY. Now, true, I live in the middle of nowhere, but not even a worker's car?
Ah, there's something on the door. I crawl out. Sure enough, it's a sign... a sign that says our polling place is the Seymour Community Center... 13 miles from home.
I'd come in with the pick-up, which has a broken gas gage, so I wanted to be sure the tank was full for winter while prices were under $2 a gallon... Not the vehicle I'd have chosen if I'd known I was going to tour the entire county... (I live less than two miles from the northern boundary; Seymour is five miles north of the Missouri state line...
Less than $5.00 fit in the tank. It WAS already full. The clerk asked me if the pump was working okay...
After I'd tanked up, I bought fast food that is NOT going to help me lose weight, and 2% milk (ditto) as the skim was gone.
As I went I went in to vote, I regretted that I had not grabbed the cooler and prayed with the combined polling, there would not be a line.
Voting was like old home week. No line, even with the two cities combined, but another retired teacher was working the sign-in booth, three neighbors showed up [we should have car pooled, but they, like me, had been unaware of the change in locations] and several former students, so it was not a fast trip. The milk was sitting on the front seat, in the sun.
Since I "voted" not to take the truck a 50 mile round trip to get groceries, etc, I have to go in Thursday to return library books. At least the car, which still has a 3/4 tank of $3.26 gas in its tank, will be more comfy. I've gotten out of the habit of downshifting and clutching. Spoiled rotten!