Mom drove up, and we all walked up to the local ballot drop box and deposited our ballots.
Today’s kitchen victory: successfully made three bâtard loaves. Gave one to Mom.
Ballots arrived today.
If Republicans ram a conservative Supreme Court justice through the Senate, Democrats (both with a lowercase “d” and an uppercase “D”) must pack the courts when they retake the Senate in January.
The smoke is gone, I “mopped” the floors, and all windows are open. Feeling agitated by the fallout of Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s death yesterday, and by the upcoming two-plus months of political shitshow, but not quite so helpless/hopeless.
Tonight’s picnic victory: bratwursts in sauerkraut on the grill; baked beans; nectarine/raspberry cobbler with ginger biscuits; peach sorbet with the bambina; coffee ice cream with the dude. Mom and Greg and Jocelyn and the kids came over to help us eat it all.