One minute I'm running a community meeting with my constituents, shaking hands and smiling as they thank me for the work I'm doing as city councilwoman.
I'm cleaning up some run-down neighborhoods.
When I say something, reporters write it down and put it in the newspaper. (Still trying to get used to that.)
I'm somebody important.
I have business cards that say so.
My name is engraved on a desk at city hall.
Then I came home . . .
and cleaned up a huge pile of dog poop from the living room floor.
Thanks, Mocha, for helping to keep it all in perspective for me.