Today is my favorite kind of weather day. Some call it Fall; I call it canvassing weather.
The air is a crisp 52 degrees. The sky is clear. There are doors to be knocked, pavement to be pounded. People to talk to. Elections to be won.
And here I am, stuck inside a building that reminds me of a factory studying the attorney-client relationship and why putting Japanese in internment camps in WW2 was bad.
Sometimes I question my life decisions.