I got my flu shot, put some Postcards to Nebraska Voters in the mail, read 100 pages of Isabel Wilkerson’s book Caste (so powerful and intense), washed a load of clothes, sent a pissed off email to my local newspaper circulation manager about lack of delivery, and had my afternoon phone call with my daughter on her way home from work. Planning an early dinner so I can have popcorn while watching the debate, all the while wearing my pearls and Chucks in support of Kamala.