In the late morning, while raindrops repainted the city outside my window in long, blurry streaks, I poured myself a glass of water, piped Ben Howard's Old Pine into my headphones and sat down at the dining room table to fill out the mail-in ballot that was delivered to my apartment last week. In addition to choosing a president and congresspeople and state legislators and city supervisors and various local board members there are forty-two propositions awaiting a decision in San Francisco right now so it took me over an hour to conduct research and connect arrows. But I did it and it's done and I'd like to get off this ride now. Can I? Can we all? Please?