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Sunday (already?)
Today was a much better day for an Expedition. And now I know where Formaggio Kitchen is, although I don't know that I'll go there all that often. The place sort of takes cheese snobbery to the same level as wine snobbery, and I dislike both. (And don't get me started on art snobbery. That's a rant for another day, though.)
When I got home, I got motivated and washed the kitchen floor, and discovered in the process that the grate over the heat vent comes off. So I vacuumed out the heat vent after the floor dried, and bleached the sink, and tried to open a living room window. Emphasis on "tried", because the paint has glued itself together again and I broke my mat knife handle in half trying to get it separated. The window is still shut.
Today would have been an absolutely marvelous day to own a hammock.
When I got home, I got motivated and washed the kitchen floor, and discovered in the process that the grate over the heat vent comes off. So I vacuumed out the heat vent after the floor dried, and bleached the sink, and tried to open a living room window. Emphasis on "tried", because the paint has glued itself together again and I broke my mat knife handle in half trying to get it separated. The window is still shut.
Today would have been an absolutely marvelous day to own a hammock.