mold me

Election day. Partner and I went and voted. In Indiana, no alcohol can be served in a public place while the polling booths are open. We vote at a golf course clubhouse, that of course, has a bar. Towards the end of the day, the golfers become increasingly more conscious of this rite of democracy and its importance in their lives. Looked like a light turnout. This is our first time to vote for municipal elections since we moved here in 1999.

Today will be hot -- break a record, according to the easily excitable weather folk on local tv. Mold allergies are starting to get everybody. It's a bad mix: warm temperatures following several days of rain, leaving lots of damp old leaves everywhere. The molds are in bloom now.

Despite my best efforts, my garden is once again covered in leaves.

I bought an allergy mask to wear if I get brave (or dumb) enough to go outside and mulch/rake leaves.

Today is repairman day. Usually I resent waiting, but given how I feel, a somewhat medicated daze, I am not very anxious about it, and frankly, don't feel ambitious enough to plot or plan activity away from the house.