Don't read anything into today's song. It's just an ear worm. My daughter likes an artist who does parodies of disco classics as if famous movie monsters had sung them. She sent the above song today, as it would have been done by a 1950s werewolf. I can't shake the original out of my head now.
We did brunch and then shopping for tomorrow's baby shower today. While it wasn't quite the slapstick comedy from yesterday, or the hilarious face when Val was looking in my front door and someone instructed her to frown, we did get some darned cute faces looking in from the parking lot while we packed up and paid, and Papa and Val went out to play by the statue next to the restaurant. On her own, she came over to the window next to the table and pressed her nose to the glass and made silly faces. I only got one picture off before she was on to other pursuits.
While babies went down for naps, our houseguest and I finished up the last few blocks in the precinct who hadn't yet received voter guides. Now that round is completely done. I'm so relieved. During elections past, we stressed over getting the whole precinct covered. We have until next weekend for folks to start turning in ballots, and then we re-run our lists from the county. We get to do the neighborhood again, with papers that say (in essence) Hey! It's now too late to mail them! Go drop them off at a box, or drive by the poll workers at the courthouse to hand them to a human. I wonder how our neighbors will do with getting ballots submitted, so we don't have to tape quite so many vote notes as the guides we did this week.
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