Vote early and vote often, they say. So that's what I did this morning after leaving Da Chimpz at school. I got to my polling place and after a short wait stood at a Diebold terminal to enter my selections... only to have the machine malfunction before my vote could be cast. I called over some worried-looking poll-workers who voided my completed but not-yet-cast electronic ballot, opened the fritzy-printer mechanism, and directed me to a different terminal that appeared to operate normally.

I never thought I'd be nostalgic for those ridiculously-outdated painted steel behemoths of New York with the little levers and the big red curtain handle.

Cookie wrote in his journal tonight about how he is an election assistant. The spelling made the words almost unrecognizable, but I'm a little surprised that he took it on himself to write something up in his notebook. He's doing very well with reading. Last night we all went to the library (where we did not happen to see Carl Monday with his pants at his ankles) and got them some bedtime books. Last night I read them the story of Perseus slaying Medusa. Tomorrow I'll read about Hercules' to-do list.