Ohhh, politics today. Grunt work of making copies and stuffing envelopes and applying labels and hoping against hope that we can unseat the vain witches that turned our stricken condos into a cash machine for unscrupulous men and women (can't forget ole Chris, can we?).

We have four good candidates lined up.

We're coming.

It's the best I can do. Lyman won't let me backhand slap them.

UPDATE: And yes, I'm aware that it's shutting the barn door after the horse has bolted. But the weather wisdom is that the hurricane season is upon us for years to come.

UPDATE II: Law me, that's done and it was boring labor. I'd rather clean.

We sent the copying out. It's not cheap here -- 7 cents a page, but the woman at the little shop here did collate and staple. We don't have a Kinko's or comparable chain.

The post office also doesn't have an automatic meter, so we had to affix two stamps -- 63 cents. 188 pieces. Yechhh!

Snail mail is expensive and troublesome.