Good luck! I’m going to have a shower once DP leaves for work.
My clothes are done, but I need to hang them up. Zeke was in the clubhouse when I went up, and I still don’t like the fact that he thinks this is his “game,” when it was me that came up with the idea of being a write-in. By noon, it will be all over but the shouting. I’m hoping there won’t be enough votes to elect anyone, because when that letter is opened by the people I sent it to, there is going to be a bit of a shake up.
In the meantime, I’m not going up to the clubhouse until noon, when the ballots are counted. I just want it to be over with.
Zeke was pretty upset when I told him Charlie wasn’t going to vote, and wanted to know why. It doesn’t matter why. It’s Charlie’s choice.
(I just saw what you did, there...thanks.)
I just took my morning pills and went to have a pudding cup and found one had burst in the box, evidently from someone either dropping the box or putting something heavy on it. I hate when that happens! The mess was confined to one part of the box, though, so that’s good.
I really want this day to be over with, but it will be long. I didn’t sleep well, as Berta kept waltzing in and out of my dreams. It’s bad enough to see her from a distance on a somewhat daily basis, but at night, too??? ARGH!!!!
If I thought my truck would make it, I’d head for Central Utah to take a break from all this garbage.
Tired is my friend, today. Maybe I’ll feel better after I talk to Charlie.