I’m horribly preoccupied by the election, holding my breath until Wednesday when I hope to wake to an unequivocal win for Obama. I spent some time calling New Hampshire voters yesterday and was blasted more than once by weary residents, sick to death of being deluged with calls. I wanted to do something but their agitation was so extreme in some cases, I worried I ended up doing more harm than good.

We went for a walk today in the meadows. It always surprises me how quickly a wide open space shifts my thinking. I didn’t have any epiphanies but I did come home feeling aired out and fresh, like a sheet on the line.

I loved seeing the horizon, watching Tito (the boy) and Beegu (the dog) dash in and out of the dry corn stalks. A big truck roll by with a mountain of potatoes in its payload. I saw people in the distance, presumably unearthing more from the dry dirt. I liked knowing there was food to be found in that dusty ground.

Dave showed me how to use the very fun landscape feature on my iphone. It made it seem as if there were two roads converging where I stood when, in fact, the road to the right below, is a straight continuation of the road on the left. I’m sure there’s a pithy political corollary there about all of us really being on the same road going in the same direction rather than on separate right and left roads but my heart’s not in it.

Get out there and vote.

I’ll see you on the other side of this swing state insanity.