Super Tuesday

I woke up at 6 am, headed to the poll, and cast my vote for Elizabeth Warren. I turned off my phone and continued to read Ted Chiang’s Exhalation until 8 am. An HVAC technician came to check out our twelve-year-old system. Of course, he recommended a brand new unit. My wife brushed it off.

I had a late breakfast Đán made for me. I took him to the pediatrician to take a look at his skin. He has Molluscum. I planned on taking my three older kids and their cousin out, but little Vương headed to the door and grabbed his sneakers as soon as he saw me opening the door. I cajoled my wife to come along because I could not handle five boys by myself. She took off work as well to join us. We went to Ballston Quarter for lunch then ice skating for a dollar on Tuesdays. Despite the rink being packed with kids, we got some good exercise for just a buck. Then we headed to Möge Tea for over-priced sugar drinks.

We headed back home and dropped my wife off at the polling place so she could vote. I hope she voted for Warren as well, but I do not impose my view on her. Though we would have a big problem if she supported that rotten orange whiny little bitch. I am just kidding. It would be an interesting relationship.

We celebrated Super Tuesday with chả cá Lã Vọng (Hanoi turmeric fish with dill). Even though I voted for Warren, whoever gets the nomination could beat the fucking incompetent incumbent is fine with me.