What a difference good cookware makes. Calphalon was on sale, so I (finally) bought a griddle and broke it in this morning for French toast. The difference between this and the old Revere Ware frying pan is remarkable. Helpful that it’s non-stick as well.

We haven’t been to the Cass House Inn in Cayucos, CA, I just like this picture from today’s New York Times travel magazine.

I was disappointed in Elizabeth Warren but I’ve liked Scott Brown from the start, so am not unbiased.

The good news for us is that we were able to see the debate without television. It was streamed on CBSBoston. I hooked up the laptop, monitor and speakers in the living room so we could watch the debate together. It worked out fine.

I’ve been wanting a stovetop waffle iron for a while and after reading some reviews, bought a vintage Nordic Ware model with temperature gauges from an eBay seller. They don’t make this model any longer. The new version is also heavy cast iron, but doesn’t have the gauges.

The waffle iron arrived yesterday and after a little cleanup, I tried it out this morning. With no spray-on shortening and no waffle mix on hand, this was a from-scratch trial. By the third waffle, though, I pretty much had it down to Ron’s satisfaction. The reviewers are right, the temperature gauge is an enormous help, and from what they wrote, this device should last a very long time: some have had theirs for 30 years.

I don’t feel tired physically, but pretty much on empty mentally. I could use a reboot, but short of a medically-induced coma, not sure how to achieve that.

We did the transfer station run and changed the bed sheets today. Picked up some meds and a griddle, ordered supplies for Robert’s senior project.

I’m staring at a lawn that could use mowing, a heavy raking and aeration. I hate the idea of schlepping big gas-driven machines from point A to here and back. There are parts of the yard that would benefit from a good watering, and I hate the idea of hauling around sprinklers and heavy hoses. I’m tired of looking at hot spots on the lawn.

Blah.

We stopped at Mac’s On the Pier in Wellfleet, then did our parking stint at Payomet for the Leon Russell concert.

As if his foot-in-mouth remarks in Britain, his selection of Paul Ryan and his ill-advised statement on the assassination of our Libyan embassy staff weren’t enough, Mitt Romney’s appointment of Robert Bork as the chair of his Judicial Advisory Committee pretty much guarantees that Barack Obama will be re-elected come November 6.

I can’t believe that this is the same person who was Governor of the Commonwealth and who ran against Ted Kennedy for Senate.

Is this the real Mitt Romney? Were we fooled back in 1994, or has Mitt suffered a medical condition that caused this radical metanoia?

I would suppose that the candidate’s recent reckless decisions are consistent with his Master of the Universe persona as a founding partner of Bain Capital. Perhaps I’m wrong, but it seems to me that his extreme right wing opinions are out of step with most US voters, and that he and his campaign must be aware of that.

Thus, the question: since he doesn’t seem to want to be President, what does Mitt REALLY want?