Apparently my name didn't appear on the registered voter list. I was allowed to be a provisional voter in which my "secret" ballot on paper will not be counted for 7-10 days (if it is counted at all). Oh well.
But hey, this is Philadelphia where things like this happen.
All this voting business made Simeon as tired as I've ever seen him. I brought him back and set him on the kitchen floor while I cooked lunch. I will stirring the pasta when I saw him do a "Bishop nod" leaning far over on one side then catching himself. I lifted him up and his eyes were closed again.