In all the excitement of talking about new houses, campaigning for contenders, and polling your opinions, I almost forgot there was another election wending its way through the American consciousness.
That is, until I went to my postal box on Saturday. The only piece of mail was an important one: my ballot from Nevada.
I knew it was about to arrive. On Friday I received a very nice letter from the Washoe County clerk explaining a proposed constitutional amendment to allow the legislature to call itself into special session. And informing me my ballot had been mailed to me.
But, on Saturday, there it was. The real deal. My proof that I am still a citizen of an American state. That the people of Nevada do not work for the government. The government works for the citizen. And we can hire and fire who we want.
Sometime on Sunday, I am going to do just that. My pen will join those two little arrow segments together -- saying I want this guy for this job. All the others can look elsewhere for employment.
And I will be so bold as to project that the federal government will have a partisan split. That is a pretty safe bet. All the polls show that the houses of Congress will be held by different parties -- even if the spread is closer in both the House and the Senate. As for the White House, it seems to be a closer race every day.
Will my preferred candidate win? I have no idea. I think he may.
By voting in Nevada (one of the swing states), my vote will have far more weight than it did in Oregon. However, not as much weight as it had in 1984 when I was a member of the electoral college.
I was a little concerned that I would not have enough time to mail the ballot back to Reno and have it arrive before election day. But the forward-thinking state of Nevada has my back. I can either fax or email my ballot to the clerk.
When I have drawn the appropriate arrows on Sunday, I will scan the ballot and my certification -- and email my choices north.
As for who I am voting for (as if most of you could not guess), I may leave that revelation until I tell you about my Mexican living decision.
At some point this week. Let's just say plans are a'brewin'.