I voted

And I have the sticker to prove it. Adam and I went to our polling place (the garage of a brown-shingle house around the corner) around 8:30 am; when we got there, the line snaked down the driveway and onto the sidewalk. The morning was cold and brilliant, and the waiting voters were, for the most part, quiet in their own thoughts. Not being in a swing state, it's harder to feel like an important part of history. Of course, there were lots of other important things on the ballot. As we walked up to the polling location, we passed a woman holding up a No on Prop. 8 sign at an appropriate distance. We assured her we would, but I worry that it will pass.