What a weird day. I’d set aside the morning to prepare to vote, to vote, and to run an errand. Preparing to vote consisted of comparing the Guardian’s proposition endorsements with the Chronicle’s endorsements, and then going over where they differed. To be honest I probably should have spent a little more time preparing beforehand, but for me this election was all about two things: the President and Proposition 8. The former is in the bag. The latter, I’m embarrassed to say, not so much.

With our cheatsheets in hand, we went to vote. We literally walked around the block. Yay cities. No lines, no pressure, and I got a sticker.

From there Stephanie caught a cab to work, while I walked a few blocks to check on some custom framing work I was having done. Actually I’d started it back in early September, but it took a while, and I haven’t had a chance to stop by during their normal business hours. I had to redesign a piece whose mat was out of stock, and then I discovered one of the three other pieces that I’d had framed came out the wrong size, so they had to redo it. Alas I returned home empty-handed.

So I went off to work, where I spent most of the day working on improving the performance of some code for generating a specific report. Like I spent all day on that one thing. And I felt so exhausted by 6 o’clock. I blame daylight savings time.

Stephanie and I scooted home together (a rare occurrence these days) and had some snacks before heading over to Ivan and Erini’s place for an impromptu election party.

They have a TV, which is important for such parties. We were eating pizza and drinking beer and watching Comedy Central when all of a sudden Jon Stewart said Barack Obama is your president-elect. I would have just passed it off as a strange Daily Show non-sequitur, but Ivan immediately started flipping channels to scenes of jumping and crying people. In Kenya. And Chicago.

And that was it. Over. Finally.