After a couple of days rest I’m fully recovered from Tuesday’s 15-hour-and-45-minute day of election judging with but a few exceptions. Here’s probably the most disheartening:

A lovely young woman came in to vote. She was beautifully dressed, well spoken, and obviously privileged. After we walked her through the ballot application and signature checking part of the process a judge asked her which party’s ballot she wanted. "I don’t know," she said. "Let me see . . . What’s Bush? He’s a Democrat, isn’t he?"

And we wonder why some people just don’t seem to get a grip on what’s gone wrong with the Great Experiment.

Autumn arrives with
Friday Night posh dinner out – 
I’m fit to be Thaid.

Thanks to ka9sqb for the pun in the last line. He served it up as I was dining on the first Pad Thai we've ever been offered in our burg, & I thought it deserved its own little haiku.

Today I’m able to get back into my sweats but don’t yet need a coat. Life is good.