My team lost. I'm a little blue. But proud of them and they lost against the best pitcher in baseball. I avoided the VP debate, just so I wouldn't get too down. Not because I thought Biden would do badly, but because the discourse and the way the media view it is upsetting to me. Instead I read magazines, after I had dinner with my younger daughter, and calmed down after a maddening day with the refrigerator. I'm about to go back to big blocks of ice in an ice chest in the basement. So now everything with the floors is off a day and we won't get back on them until Wednesday. Big headache, but we'll survive. My husband is banished with the dogs at the cabin. I'm holding the fort here, even though I'm the Indian.
Today I can at least get out, and am having dinner with a friend up the street, so that's good. Today also, our younger son is making an offer on a sweet little house, and I have my fingers crossed for him. I have maturely moved on from the baseball season. Almost.
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