Warm, humid, and windy. Feels like thunderstorm weather.

Morning devoted to a grocery shop—decked out in gloves and masks, with detailed shopping lists. Followed by back patio de-bagging and sanitizing before re-transportation into the house.

Meanwhile thanks to the Republican junta, Wisconsinites are forced to vote in person, which means Milwaukee can’t really vote, which means a tea-party judge will be elected to the Wisconsin supreme court, which means gerrymandering and voter suppression will continue and increase, which means tRump has a chance of winning Wisconsin again. Pure banana republic, and utterly disgusting.

Meanwhile, on a happier note: Pastel de Elote for dinner (along with ribs).