In my mind’s version of this country I would have awaken to a Biden landslide victory. I can’t believe that this election is so close, though I have not completely given up hope yet. If the final result, whenever that is determined, is announced and it doesn’t go my way, I may just have to plunge my head in the sand and hope that in four years I am / we are still alive…
In local news, after yesterday’s doctor visit I have scheduled a MRI for tomorrow morning to see if I have a torn meniscus. The orthopedic doctor said that she didn’t like what she saw, and gave me an option to wait, which I’ve been doing for a month, or go the expensive route and get the MRI. I obviously don’t want to spend the money, but the pain and immobility are killing me harder than the thought of four more years under this inept and corrupt administration.
Not surprisingly I was not nearly as productive as I’d hoped to be. After my doctor appointment I drove down to Aldi where I was going to get some paper towels and plates for this weekend’s camping trip. Inexplicably Aldi did not have any paper towels yesterday. Upon returning home I ate an extremely large lunch and then passed out for an hour’s nap on the futon. I spent about an hour yesterday doing some outdoor maintenance — ditching some of the expired and failed plants into a compost bin, drilling holes into galvanized tubs I bought to use as planters, cleaning up some small branches — before coming back inside. Sadly my evening was spent doing mindless things to keep my focus off the election.
One productive thing I did in the late afternoon yesterday was bake a loaf of bread in the bread machine. I’ve still not attempted a “proper” loaf again. The loaf of bread serves two purposes. First, it provided a nice late-night snack in the form of a slice of bread with butter. Second, I will use the majority of the loaf tonight when I bake a zucchini casserole for dinner.
Tuesday Tale of the Tape: 188.6 pounds (-0.4 from last week’s weigh-in); shocking!