Uncle Bud and Aunt Margaret swung by late this morning on their way to Arkansas to visit relatives. Bud showed me around the inside of their camper, which is no bigger than a full-size van but has two beds, a kitchen, and a bathroom with shower.

After lunch, Dad and I voted; Mom had done so on Saturday. We went to a watch party thrown by a church member for church members, and we were glad we hadn't gone to the Washington County Democrats' party, because all our candidates lost and all the referenda we opposed were passed. But we had a good time at the party.

I was particularly glad to have a chance to talk with Persia and Amy, who are about my age. Amy went to BHS in Becca's class and had a younger sister in my class whom I don't remember. Persia has three kids and recently finalized her divorce. So far she's been able to continue homeschooling her kids, but she may have to start working soon to support them. She's been looking at communities like The Farm, which could prove to be a great way to share daycare and homeschooling responsibilities, among other things.