Potpourri

Today, I:

accidentally dropped my keys down a storm drain.

took Asher to see Thurston Moore's noise band play a benefit for/at the Windsor Terrace library. It was me, Asher, and roughly 20 other parents who also looked like they dragged their kids because of a twenty-year-old love affair with Daydream Nation.

drank too much wine at Amy and Dan's house and later found myself dancing to Spin Doctors with the kids.

swept the kitchen, then tracked right through the pile of dirt before I had a chance to pick it up.

demonstrated to Asher with a hanger at home how I managed to get my keys out of the storm drain.

did not eat ice cream and a brownie.

did wear Sarah's clogs to take out the garbage.

successfully put Leah down for a nap.

Tomorrow, my parents arrive for Thanksgiving week.

Sixteen Years

Sixteen years ago, I cast my first vote for President of the United States in the basement of an Evanston, IL apartment building. It took less than five minutes. Later that night, I watched from television production class as President Bush conceded the election to Governor Clinton, and the longest era of peace and prosperity in my lifetime began.

This morning, I stood in line for nearly two hours with thousands of fellow citizens, many proudly defying New York City law by wearing Obama paraphernalia to the poll. Together, we're hoping to end the longest era of war and sustained economic turbulence in my lifetime. Tonight, I will be at ABC News, watching the returns with my co-workers. It's going to be a long night. I hope it will be a good one.