This diary continues the saga of my "Great Schlep" to Florida.
I dropped my husband off in Gainesville on Friday, not really expecting too much. I was pleased to see that there were no McCain signs in the yard. I thought about knocking on their neighbor's door (House of 1,000 Obama Signs) and asking them to pay a social call to my in-laws, but decided to let my husband get first crack at them.
I was off to Tallahassee to spend time with my folks, longtime state employees and die-hard Democrats.