Two campaign groups descended on our compound this afternoon.

The first was Bobby Andrews and his entourage. As he was walking away I read his mind. He was wishing that, someday, he could afford to be sitting on an open but secure porch surrounded by beautiful things.

The second was Ariel Inton and his entourage. I also read his mind. He was mentally exhausted and wishing he were somewhere else, like beside a swimming pool. He was also displeased with two or three members of his campaign group; I was unable to determine why because he walked by so quickly.