Another grey rainy day. I guess that's November for ya. I'm trying to stay awake long enough to get all my work done so I can go home early. The flu or something has got me down.
Election: I'm thinking now that it really doesn't matter who finally is determined to be the winner. But I wonder how the decision can be determined impartially now. Both sides have got their dander up, and if the tables were turned, dander would be up in the same place, I bet. My solution is two years each. Historically, I had no idea the race in 1960 between JFK and Nixon was so close, winning by only 118,000 votes. I wonder if there was a recount? I suppose I could look into that, but I'm too tired and out of sorts to do it now.

A grey rainy day, and another reprieve from traveling. Last week I spent each night stringing red peppers, the long paprika kind, and hung them up to dry. Each day since, I wake up in the morning to a mound of moldy peppers on my table and floor underneath the ever smaller string. Maybe they are the wrong kind of peppers for stringing and drying. Obviously. But they do look pretty, and I'm going to try again with a little different technique.
Tomorrow is the day we decide whether we move out of Vermont or not. Get out and vote all you under 30 people. It's important!