I'm not the only Cousin Jack around here.

It's currently election season, and so there are truly stupendous numbers of political signs around. Many of them, I'm ignoring; not having a vote makes the whole election merely a source of annoyance, although I'd be ignoring the signs even if I did have a vote here.

However, one sign caught my eye as I drove this morning. I kept looking for the next one, and confirmed it: one candidate in one race is named Jan Trezise. You won't find a name that's much more Cornish than that!

Mark it in red.

Today's turning out to be quite a big day for me.It started when I picked out trousers - I'd bought them at my peak weight, and they fit quite well then. Now, though, they're rather loose. In fact, they'd fall off if not for the belt. The smaller numbers on the face of the bathroom scale are one thing, but this really brings home just how much weight (and flab) I lost when I started trying.

Also, I just flipped the thermostat over to the "heat" setting. It's not that it's that cold (although I have dug out my ancient and much-beloved grey sweater), but it's hovering around the point to which we ask it to heat in the cooler months, and that's not happened for some time. At this point, I'm rather looking forward to some cooler weather...