Colin Powell redeems himself and other stories

So Colin Powell endorsed Obama. I'm not surprised. In fact I'm surprised that anyone is still endorsing McCain. Seriously, even David Brooks is disgusted by Sarah Palin. I can't stomach too much election talk at once, but Obama's lead right now actually makes me nervous. It's his race to lose, and if overconfident, complacent liberal kids don't get out and vote because they think he's got it in the bag, we might be in trouble. The sentiments Palin's strring up at her rallies are reprehensible and terrifying. McCain should be ashamed of himself. I wonder what he would have thought if he could have looked into the future in 2000 and seen what he would become.

The power's out at my place, which I guess means I should go outside and enjoy the fresh fall air. It's windy and chilly. I love work, and I'm thinking I want to work in museum conservation, though actually I'd be happy to be an office assistant here forever. It's such a pleasant thing: all the pretty pictures, none of the scholarly responsibility. Matt and Lindsey are drowning in work; the possibilty of enjoying a Saturday just isn't there for them. I'm never going back to that life.

NaNoWriMo is fast approaching, and I'm just now pulling some of the threads of Bodies in Flight together. It's going to be completely different to write this year's book. The thought of having two going at once is kind of dauting, and I can't just put BiF on the shelf because the characters and landscapes are inside me all the time.

I'm going out to get some fall air, trap it in a jar, and keep it on my shelf until the middle of February when I need to remember how to breathe.