This is the pre-voting part; it’s sensible to do it this way. After all the is the chronological order of the day. I don’t know what atmosphere I’ll find at the polling place; the last election for President, it was terse. People gave civil looks to each other, but that was about it. I anticipate today will be even more strained.

I’ll head over in the lull of mid-morning.

The AFTER part: They were carefully checking ID’s; I hope they are doing that everywhere. People didn’t say anything to each other. Oh, the poll  workers had McDonald’s brought in.

I awoke at 5am, or as it would have been a few days ago, SIX. Because those of us here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse have been opposed to Daylight Savings Time in Indiana, this is a bit . . . well, sort of treasonous to the cause.

However, I am the only one awake; no one knows I am up. Could this be like the tree falling in the forest thing? Perhaps I just need to turn off the light and fake it for another hour or so.

It’s probably because it’s Election Day. Tomorrow morning I may just feel like pulling the covers over my head, but I dearly hope not.

I started to think about scary things – mainly when my granddaughter came downstairs and scared me, appearing like an attacking hulk of a cave girl. But never mind that, vampires popped into my mind and I remembered a place where you get the Count Dracula Casket. Out of curiosity, I checked on the ABC Casket site again and I could find no reference to the Count Dracula Casket. I guess – now four plus years after I posted the information – if you have a dying vampire, you’re going to have to look someplace else.

I received an email from LZP, High Highness of the Gnome Guild (or would that be Guilt?); it included a picture of how he sees Old Kook.

This morning I opened my email and viewed the message from Amazon about the Kindle Daily Deals:

When I clicked on the Learn More button, this is what appeared:

It would be very easy not to notice that there are TWO “1’s” in the price instead of the advertized ONE.

This is going to be short because I’m thinking of drowning my frustration in peanut butter.  I announced I was going to Wal-Mart; Alison asked to go; then she asked if Colin could accompany us; then we took a pole for a paint pad out of the back seat for him; then she went to lean it against the garage wall and turned and fell flat on her face.

Her arm hurt a lot so we went for x-rays at the ER. No break, but a bad sprain. Back home with pain medicine, muscle relaxers and heating pads. I didn’t get over to the nursing home and Summer and I baked chicken for their supper. It was frozen; we had to defrost  it. While waiting for that we waited for certain numbers to show up on the dial of the microwave as it turbo-defrosted. Oddly, we found it entertaining. I doubt we would find it so again.

The lights are low at the PBC & Roadhouse; the fire is flickering. I’m sitting here thinking all I need now is to hear Lili Marlene on a scratchy record.

Well, as Scarlett O’Hara said, “Tomorrow is another day.” If I am in the middle of trend, this could be worrisome. Maybe I need to have a great day and then opt for the Groundhog Day Syndrome, first diagnosed in Bill Murray – though I doubt I could ever learn to play the piano.

Somebody turn that record up so it will drown me out . . .

I am sitting here with my computer and, for some reason, decided to look at Wubbas.  The first one I saw is only in stock in the small size.

BUT, this one is available in large.

However, it looks like it might get us in trouble with the PETA people. Still . . .