There's just not enough time...

"You can't knock on every door in the district." That was a snarky comment I received to a post a couple of days ago. True, but I can knock on all the ones that vote! My legs are sore. I'm run down. I started my door-knocking odyssey when it was still so hot out that I was sweating through shirts and ruining ties. Then fall came. Pleasant afternoons when I could cover far more houses before tiring. Then it was winter. I found myself out in rain, sleet, snow, freezing rain and combinations of all. I remember one rainy Saturday in Coleman Highlands where my hair was literally frozen to my head. I know I'm out of time. Even today I was still meeting people who had never heard of me. On the bright side I was meeting people who had heard of me and are going to vote for me on Tuesday. We know where the votes are. We're optimistic about our chances. Soon it will be down to the counting.