Sometimes, the bear eats you. I woke up this morning and just couldn't get out the door. The prospect of another 90-degree day on the sidewalk just kicked my ***.  I can rationalize with the best of them: a day with my feet up will make me more efficient, and I can refine my walk lists for the remaining areas based on the pattern I see emerging: only visit houses with Democratic voters who have a history of primary voting and skip those where nobody from 1972 is still alive, unless other family members display a similar voting pattern. And it has occurred to me now, too late, that I should have used the Social Security death database to eliminate houses where one member always votes Republican while the Democratic spouse is dead.

Too late for this round. Anyway. Turns out to be less houses, total, but more spread out. Sigh.

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