limp on

With no warning, my current favourite mug (third favourite ever) today developed a crack and a chip, rendering it immediately no longer useful. My current second favourite (second favourite ever) lacks a handle, though is still usable as long as it is only partially-filled so that the rim isn't too hot to grip. Despite being twenty years old the replacement-favourite-ever (I adopted my dad's when mine broke) is still fully-functional, though lacks the useful narrower-at-the-top feature of the second favourite ever.

Not much decision-making required for voting today. For some reason the presumed candidates loafing around the outside of the polling-station didn't say a word to me as I went in, despite nodding back to or warmly greeting almost everyone else. I expected that sort of treatment when I had long hair but now assume I appear slightly less unpresentable, as implied by things like strangers' willingness to approach me to ask for directions, which previously happened only extremely rarely.