I just voted – 2:48 p.m., to be exact. Mine was the 70th ballot fed through the machine for my precinct.

70TH. “That’s sad,” I told the worker, and she nodded.

I told my husband this morning to be sure to vote today. “It’s important,” I said, and he nodded. He doesn’t always make it to the smaller elections, but we are paying close attention to a race that is projected to be tight, and I know he wants to be there.

SEVENTY? In nearly eight hours? I am unhappy for our state.

This post originally appeared on ourMidland.com, the online home of the Midland (MI) Daily News. Republished with permission.