Decisions, decisions. Well, for me, it's all over until the next one. When looking at the choices on the ballot paper, I hadn't really made up my mind to that point. I hadn't noticed a whole lot of public campaigning on the part of individual candidates; I suppose the expectation was that the Conservative incumbent would easily be re-elected (it is Alberta, after all). In lawn signs, the Conservative was definitely in the lead with a sprinkling of NDP and Greens, a few PPC and only one or two Liberal. Oh, I even saw one sign from the Rhinoceros Party (I should have taken a pic of that one because it was satirically humourous ). On the ballot only two names were familiar, the incumbent Conservative (my personal dislike of him from even before the 2015 election hasn't changed) and the Christian Heritage candidate, and that because he was the only one who door-knocked in my neighbourhood - I, partly out of courtesy, spoke to him for a couple of minutes and took the opportunity to dissuade him of any notion that simply because I'm retired military I may share his views (I was wearing an old T-shirt from having been there, done that when he unexpectedly showed up and so identified my former profession).
I suppose I could have voted in the advance poll like the 5 million other Canadians who did so. Depending on voter turnout, it is possible that the advance poll could count for up to almost a third of the votes, but even if it matches the increased turnout of the last election, it will be more than a quarter of the result.