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This weekend we engaged in a lot of social obligations, which was fine and involved both drinking and fun (together!) but ended with a long Sunday of nothing...sweet, wonderful nothing. Oh, and goats. The top of our day was hitting the congressional cemetery to see the goats they're using for publicity environmentally responsible grounds maintenance. Real goats - not screaming, very little head butting, and the beh-eh-eh-eh-eh noise was me lacking dignity.

Went to Eastern Market and got...an old haunted toybox.

I think a board with that art would have me, and I'm super sad the top is worn to nothing, but this is a box with character. Not sure what haunted objects to put in it but it's gorgeous.

Heard from Jordan, who thinks after all my floors need more shellac (satin clear coat).

Having way too much fun responding to a "Request for reconsideration" which is an appeal of an appeal to the EEOC. I probably shouldn't bother going tit-for-tat with this nitwit, but it's hard not to, terribly fun, and I have the time to do it.

I'm a little worried the more I lift weights the more I realize I've always done it wrong. I'm getting wronger with practice (and by practice I mean misplaced machismo).

/fluff