I just erased everything I wrote for this post.

Deliberately.

I had written a couple hundred words on yesterday's provincial election and Ralph Klein's near record sweep of the legislature. I had babbled about how it appeared that he had a huge amount of unexpected grassroots support and yadda yadda yadda.

Then I realized. I don't care about the election.

It's been part of my life for the last month. We were ready with our online election site the moment it was announced. For weeks I've been inputting candidate stats, organizing platform comparisons, following stories...

And I didn't care about any of it.

It's boring.

Blah blah blah.

The only exciting thing to happen last night as I sat babysitting the site and uploading stories and pictures off the wire was when the fire alarm went off and we had to leave the building. The office has open fields on a couple sides, and there was a small grassfire burning away cheerfully.

No danger to us -- the wind was blowing the wrong way -- but it made a nice diversion from the election crap.

Hey, if you want details on the election, it's all over the Alberta news sites. You don't need me to recap it here.

Two more days until we move into our new place.

We've been at my folks' place for five days now, and I think Mom and I are coming close to cracking. We love each other dearly and rarely fight, but we have different priorities, do things in different ways, and we step on each other's toes a lot.

Right, Mom?

Mom likes her order. I like my clutter. My Mom is a recycling nut. I think it's important, but lack the enthusiasm she puts into it. I'm an impulse buyer and Mom has her budget calculated to the last penny. We both like to spend time on the computer, so have to fight over who gets to play that damn butterfly game over at Shockwave.com.

Her dog really, REALLY wants to get to know the cats. My cats want nothing to do with that hairy monstrosity, but think the underside of Mom's bed is a good place to hide. Mom goes to bed at 9:30. I stay up until 11 watching junk TV. While Mom finds it useful to have a web and computer troubleshooter in the house, I'm sure she wishes it wasn't at the cost of having loose shavings from the guinea pigs in her computer room.

It's only two more days, Mom. I'm sure we can both get through it. You put up with me for 20 years before, didn't you?

Over in the forum:

Lack of sleep
Wedding Vows and Drug Abuse

Lisa's first guest entry

How's the move going?

Take me home, big fella