the butter melts out of habit

Yesterday night I made pumpkin muffins and took them to striking workers. (There is a worker strike going on.) It was damn cold out.

The night before that, Other and I went to a Dean Meetup. I ate a salad and wrote letters to my elected representatives, urging them to endorse Dean.


Other is not sure about who to support - Clark could turn out to be more likely to beat Bush. I want to get involved, though, and Dean is offering many more ways to do that than any of the candidates... I guess I'm torn, too, though. I've also joined the ranks of those fantasizing over a Dean/Clark (or, hell, Clark/Dean) ticket.

Grade or sew? There's a contest.