. . . and for the first time I can remember, my vote counts, too. Usually when I go to vote, I feel like I either know already who is going to win or at least I know which way California is going to go. I vote anyway, but not thinking that my vote has much influence.
But this time, the California vote actually matters AND the California victory is possibly up for grabs. So as I head across the street to Lynwood High School, I really feel important.
Tingle, tingle. Here I go . . .
UPDATE: I'm glad I went early in the day. My local poll workers didn't know how to handle a Non-Partisan who wanted to vote Democratic. At first they sent me to the Independent voting booth where there were only independent candidates on the ballot. I had to explain to them what they were supposed to do and then I was successfully able to vote. So now anybody who comes in there after me will get good service.