Tuesday...

Today we have to go vote. Our polling place is the Old Alabam Schoolhouse, a building that looks exactly like it sounds. The seating inside is church-pews. We'll be taking Sheba with us; George will go vote while I babysit her and then I'll go vote while he takes a turn. That's simpler than setting up her "Watch the house!" arrangement, which involves a dog crate with a folding pen around it, newspapers for emergency use, a batch of little toys, and a tiny bowl of dog treats. The folding pen ...