Polk 3
The people I work with at the polling place are becoming extended family. They’re people who are familiar, and whose company I enjoy, and I only see them about once or twice a year—on the major holidays. I catch up with my real family in late December and my election family on the first Tuesday in November. They’re actually the first people I wish a happy holidays. Just like family, I’m involved in their squabbles.
I got about 80 pages into Needful Things while working the door at the polls yesterday. I would’ve gotten further if it hadn’t gotten so dark outside (our polling site has no exterior lights, save for one at the top of the walkway, so around 6 I have to scrounge around for a string of rope lights and lay it down along the sidewalk; still, people complain like it’s my duty to install more adequate outdoor lighting to a 150-year-old church). I’m a notoriously slow reader, and Needful Things is about 1,000,000,000 pages, but I’m going to do my best to get to the end, because so far, it’s really good. I haven’t read a King novel since high school, and I’d forgotten how easy it is to get immersed in them.
