Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

Five weeks – that is, thirty-five days — from today is the national election to determine who will be the President of the United States of America. While I am eager to learn the outcome, (and definitely have a preference regarding the candidates) I am even more eager for this election is over.

I’m tired of talking about war records that are three decades old. I’m tired of boots vs. flip-flops and mudslinging that even gives mud a bad name. I’m tired of snide remarks from the candidates and snider responses. I’m tired of political pundits trying to take center stage with their wit and insight and predictions. Lastly, I’m already tired of the betting, as in futures and soon-to-be in Las Vegas, that has begun regarding this election.

In fact, I’m so tired that I’m beginning to choose disenfranchisement over debate.

The first of the various presidential debates is forty-eight hours away, and I plan to watch it while I iron. I figure the two activities are on an equal par. I feel I should participate in both, although each is tedious and boring. I hope both will make me feel better, although I suspect wearing pressed pants and shirts will do more for my psyche than listening to Bush and Kerry. Then, when it’s over, I will dismantle my iron and board and move on to other, more interesting, things until I need to iron again.

Hopefully, this will coincide with the next presidential debate!