At my job, there are two of us working with our client university. That university, rather than use our very nice, in house recording studio, opts to tape lectures on site. While there are two of us, that means we swap off months in which we head to the northeast.
My coworker, a former classmate and friend, is scheduled to travel next week, as I went last month. In planning this trip, one of his questions was "Will the leaves be turning yet?" Normally, this early, not really. Last week, we started working with our next round of instructors and set two weeks of taping, one in mid-October, and one in November. The October one probably will be just past peak color, so I offered for my coworker to go. He moved to Florida as a teen, and it had been years since he'd seen fall foliage in all its glory.
This gives me the November sessions. It wasn't until I agreed to it that I realized, hey-I'm heading out of town for Election Day. For the second time in my life, I will be getting an absentee ballot.
The first? We were in the midst of moving into our new home in Maryland when the deadline to change our address passed. I worked in Tyson's Corner, Virginia, now lived in Frederick, and was still registered in a DC suburb. Heck yeah, I took the absentee to avoid the beltway traffic to get to the polls.
It will be kind of strange to not watch my local election returns, though!