Thinking about Berta and her antics makes me VERY glad I’m not her or anything like her. I almost feel like I should carry a garlic bulb with me when I’m around her.
I really want a beer with my lunch today, but that’s not in the budget. (Still cussing that kid at Wally’s!) Lately, I keep wishing I could have a beer with that rye bread sandwich. I need to get more meat and cheese, but that will have to wait, too.
Right now, I just want to go back to bed, but I will go outside and sit with Charlie for a bit. Zeke is going to bug me about voting, but I’m going to tell him I think it’s bad luck to vote for myself. I think he’s right about me winning, but seeing how this thing is going, I’m thinking if we had done nothing it would have given us the desired results: No council. This way, I will have to go through the motions, and that is not what I wanted for me.
I’ve been sleeping better, what with several of the personnel’s being away for the weekend. That means I have enough energy to take Frank clothes-shopping and get the light bulb for Jack, instead of going to bed with Jake now.