voter's remorse

ok, so on election days that involve heavily contested city races......i sometimes feel a bit of remorse that i live outside the city limits and therefore have no vote say in those decisions.....having a danville address is not the same as having a vote......as it was, i was only able to vote for clerk, constable jailer, and county-judge executive.......i used the new voting machine, which requires a code provided by the poll worker.....and works on a turning dial that lights a sequence of numbers (for your perosnal voting code) or voting choices......so......one turns the dial, hits enter, and eventually pushes record vote......and then it is over......i had earlier chatted with the older poll workers, the same over these past 24 years of voting in this precinct.....until the young guy asked me for my i.d......and the littlest of the ladies had to tell him that he could mark personal acknowledgement because she knew me personally......and then home for the rest of the afternoon......a lovely term.....the rest of the afternoon........mostly because it includes the word rest.......and i took that directive seriously with a 2-hour nap.....interupted only by the old dog crying because he lost my scent and thought he was alone in the house......poor thing.......