No face-to-face around my door
The final weekend before the great popularity test. Between now and Monday night, not much real business takes place, although I should receive another dozen or more donation requests in my email. And I’m certain there will be a few more moments to meet and greet (not at my door, mind you; I’m in a bit of a hidden corner of the world when it comes down to political face-to-face).
Bottom line, all over but the tears. However, I do wonder about one niggling detail. Today, I learned that the mail-in ballots, nation wide, won’t be tallied until Tuesday at the earliest. Why? The votes are already “cast”, and there must be one person in each riding qualified to open envelopes AND keep a secret. If the elections are so important, what keeps us from knowing the actual results as early as possible? Something to ponder.
This was another make-bread day, and I am satisfied (even proud) of the results. The half loaf is just about all gone, and I even shared some. Full of flavour, moist, good colour. Enough to have me repeat the process, tomorrow, if I want to be assured of content in the freezer. We shall see.
The pandemic numbers from the West are disheartening. Too many sick, some deaths, no sign of a reprieve in sight. Imagine if there was a vaccine available! Wait, there is; it’s just that a certain percentage of the nation is stuck on a path to ignore science and wait for a miracle. Let me know how that works out.
