Well, I only got a measly word count yesterday. Hubby and I got to watching telly, and we pretty much turned in sofa turnips. Current count: 5718. Way behind. But, not feeling terribly awful yet.
Today, a muggy, rainy day, I ate breakfast, washed my hair (and didn't blow it, just let it curl, cause my hair goes nuts in wet weather, so why bother). Mir, the Crazy-Haired Woman, went to vote. Easy, no line, nice poll workers. So, to North Miami Beach's precinct 123 poll peops: You were delightful. Thank you.
Went to do groceries, as I hadn't done so in three weeks and my last few apples were mushy. Spent oodles on bags and bags of fresh produce, and then oodles more at the Italian market for cold cuts, chianti (for Thanksgiving sangria, cause I make wicked good sangria), juicy fresh meatballs, an assortment of imported cheeses, and cheesecake for hubby, who was craving some.
I'm home, sweaty, wild-haired, and ready for lunch/supper/whatever the heck this next meal is.
Sorry blogging has been light. Between reading and NaNo-ing and having a bit of asthma exacerbation (you can call me Wheezy), I just haven't been in a blogging state of mind.
I do miss you who regularly drop by and say hey. Funny that.
Total Off-Topic Intrusion: So, did you go and read THE GOOSE GIRL? Ya should, if you liked fairy tales as a kid. Oh, and especially if you're female.
Back to entry title topic: So, yeah. Voted. Hope y'all did.
No matter where you are or how you voted, remember to pray today (if prayer is one of your things) for all our leaders, national and state and local, that they may be good, wise, brilliant, selfless. And that they keep their damn weiners in their own damn pants (or their spouses, whichever). God, please, mightily bless this nation and help us not be materialistic, self-absorbed, immature, hedonistic dorks. Amen.
Happy Election Day, y'all.