(I don't have a sticker to show for my mail-in ballot)

As if the day wasn't bad enough in its own right, Mondays at our apartment are plagued by the ringing whine and biting stink of the Mowing and Blowing. Even if it's windy and raining, the groundskeepers spend from 9 am to 1pm cutting every green thing in sight and rearranging the fallen leaves, carving self righteous paths through the grass.

And the best thing is that by Tuesday, the wind and trees have had their way and replaced everything just as it should be.