Yes. He is.
This is not my favorite thing.
1. A political campaign means a lot of work. It means Primo is gone from home a ton, which means if I want the house to be cleaner than it is, I have to clean it, which was not the deal when he quit his job.
2. I don't mind being by myself, but I am not thrilled about picking up extra housework.
3. I would rather Primo be earning money, but - we are in the very lucky position that I have a job that pays enough money for both of us. So financially, I can't say his running for office (or, more accurately, his not working) is a hardship.
4. Did I mention I hate political campaigns?
Our friend B is a political scientist who Knows These Things. The incumbent, against whom Primo has run twice, is running for state senate in 2018, which means Primo would be running against an unknown candidate, which is a lot easier than running against an incumbent, and which is statistically worth a few percentage points in the vote.
B ran the numbers and showed them to me.
Primo could win.
It's not a total long shot.
1. I want him to be happy.
2. We can afford this.
3. When Primo is running, I get to hear all the dirt - and I do mean all of it (Hilary, they tried to warn you! And you didn't listen!), which means I have interesting things to write about here.
4. More uninterrupted time for me to watch The Great British Baking Show or whatever.
5. He promises if he loses, he will never run again and we can move away from winter.
So anyway. Here we are. Starting another campaign.
PS Vote here: Primo thinks it would be funny to call this blog "The Candidate's Wife." I tell him I don't need a derivative identity.
However - I can tag this series as "The Last Campaign" or as "The Candidate's Wife." What do you guys think