It wasn’t bad. I got new shoes for James and a bathing suit for Pat.
My eyes feel like two burn-holes in a blanket. My early morning wake up is beginning to drag me down, but I want to go sit with Charlie and trade war stories: his shuttle ride shopping, yesterday, and my eventful trip to Walmart.
And at 1000, I’ll go up and get an absentee ballot because I don’t want to mess with the hordes on Monday. There are already repercussions about the “write-in” flyer, with one of the candidates on the ballot saying if a write-in wins, it’s illegal. I just want this to be over with.