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.
DP, Tom, and Elen have left for the coast. Once lunch is over, I need to make some brownies for the Jamaican mission bake sale this evening. The people who installed our new garage door opener are here fixing some wires that were dangling.
I’m looking forward to Naptime.