Nice time in Glasgow – good little exhibition, very happy visit with Alexander and Ketki and their boys.

But the big excitement around here is – my ballot arrived. I had nearly given up hope. It came just before we left on Friday morning. First I thought I’d take it along and post it from a post office near Alexander on Saturday morning. But I don’t know if there is a post office near Alexander (in the event, I didn’t see one) and I don’t quite trust them to be working full tilt on Saturday morning anyway. So I took it out of the bag again, like Eeyore, and will hare up to the post office here first thing tomorrow morning.

I ticked the box on the application that said I would be perfectly happy to have it by e-mail if NJ procedure allowed. They chose to send it by a special sort of airmail – I had to sign for it – costing the taxpayer $26.32. I will send it back by the most expensive method offered by the Royal Mail, but I don’t expect it to cost that much.

I am awfully glad to see that I could vote for the Green Party or the Socialist Workers Party, just as if I lived in Glenrothes. There is even a pair who belong to no party at all: Jeffrey “Jeff” Boss and his VP candidate Andrea Marie Psoras. What do you have to do to get on the ballot? Here, it takes both signatures and money. You get the money back if you get a reasonable proportion of the vote.

The newspapers and airwaves here are suddenly full of will-people-really-vote-for-Obama? stories. Perhaps because they have to write about something.

Knitting-wise, I finished the first of Alexander’s socks, and we decided that the Second Skein problem can be allowed to pass. Thomas-the-Younger is pleased with the idea that Daddy will have socks to match his (Thomas’s) sweater.

And last night, very weary, I knocked off row 24 of repeat #9 of the Princess centre.

The new Knitter’s is here, and one or two things actually look interesting. More on this subject to follow.

Angel, I can’t really believe you’ll have trouble at the polls, but it’s dreadful that the thought should even cross your mind.

Shandy, you’re right, it’s very hard to predict what’s going to succeed, both for oneself and for others. Children seem easier in this respect than adults? (I really admire your pumpkins.)