Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head

The election won't wait for a break in the weather. I only have so many days between now and February 27th to meet as many voters as possible. Volunteers were ready to meet Saturday morning to deliver yardsigns. We hoped we could beat the predicted ice storm, but that was not to be. The volunteer coordinator called me and we agreed no campaign is worth endangering anyone's health. At least not anyone else's health. The signs could wait. But meeting voters couldn't! Out in the sleet I went. It actually wasn't that bad. When it's pure sleet, it just bounces off your head. More of an annoyance than anything else. It worked out really well because almost everybody on my walklist was home. Got a bunch of signatures, more yardsigns and plenty of good-natured ribbing about being out in the elements. Sunday was a different story. The sleet was mixed with rain. After about an hour my hair was matted to my head and my coat was soaked through. When someone would ask why I was out on such a horrible day, I would reply that we expect our City workers to be out if there's a broken water main, so why should I be any different? It was another good day. More yardsigns, more votes. Now that I think about it, I hope the weather stays bad. At least when it's time to door knock!