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Good news, everyone!

The Boy and I have made an offer on a house, and it was accepted! For those of you who have not bought a house or looked into it, this means we have a month or two before we are actual home owners, and may not be home owners at the end of that time. We need the get the house inspected and the chimney inspected and then bargain for who will cover what repairs. If we don’t agree or the seller doesn’t agree, we don’t end up owning a house. There’s also a sort of built in waiting period. And our rental is month-to-month, but the condition on going month to month was that we’d give 2 months notice (the average time period is 1 month, both for notice and for getting all the inspections and bartering and paperwork and such done)

but still VERY EXCITING

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I broke a fence with my body

This was an exciting and fun-filled weekend! And also I broke a fence. With my body. (I’m pretty much fine, don’t worry.)

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I don’t even know, you guys. I don’t even know.

This was not how I was planning on making a return to blogging. Also I was gonna do it like two weeks ago, because I volunteered as an NSO at the DCRG home opener and I figured that’s as good a reason to start back up as any.

Before I get to the main bit, which is full of bad feelings, here’s some good feelings! Return to here when you’re done reading to bulk back up on positivity:

When leaving the MARC station lot, I let some dude out into the road that bisects the lot. He waved and I thought “no big deal, just pay it forward” and as I was thinking that, he was letting out  someone else who in turn let someone else out. So we were a whole road of positivity! Which was needed because my morning at the MARC station was NOT full of positivity.

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Still Alive! Not Buried Under Several Feet Of Snow!

It blizzarded here over the weekend but we have survived. The Boy and I are ridiculously sore from shoveling (I couldn’t sleep last night until I had 600 mg of ibuprofen AND iced my wrist with my ankle icewrap) but we’re doing pretty well.

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Yesterday was Thanksgiving

well, American Thanksgiving anyway. The Boy and I celebrated a rare weekday off for both of us by not going hiking after all and by slow cooking pot roast for our celebratory meal. Instead of Ritual Sacrifice with Pie day we did Not-so-Ritual Sacrifice with Cookies day. The cats took up the family-fighting slack in a surprisingly adorable way (Fitz and Zelda were grappling and Pico ran up and batted at them and then they all sat around looking uncomfortable). I finished watching Jessica Jones, The Boy played some Fallout. We got caught up on The Daily Show and I put ornaments on the Christmas tree. It was nice. Continue reading

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quickie

I keep meaning to blog but then I don’t because STUFF TO DO (some of which is totally napping. IT’S IMPORTANT) but really there’s only 2 important things.

  1. I achieved a PR last week. I have never done this particular feat before: I metrosurfed from Judiciary Square to Union Station without moving my feet at all. (it may sound unimpressive, but trust me, it’s way harder than it sounds)
  2. I hit a young raccoon on the way home last night and not only was that terribly upsetting, but it effed up my wheel well guard thingy. The Boy employed duct tape and one of my accidentally stolen from Wegmans when I worked there box cutters so I can drive without listening to my wheel grinding away at the plastic. So I’m left feeling like a murderer of cuteness.

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I was in the hospital for depression but I’m back now, bitches

I might write more about it later but the basics are: Wed the 12th was a no good, very bad, horrible day and I was not doing well. My boss called EAP to get me help. They wanted me to go to the ER despite the fact that I felt that I was no longer a danger to myself at that point so The Boy came downtown to go with me. I spent Wednesday night at the GWU ER, their psych unit was full so they found an area hospital to transfer me to, and I spent from Thursday morning until Wednesday afternoon at that hospital. I could probably have done fine without going to the hospital but both the EAP counselor and the psychiatrist at GW wanted me to go so…

I’m happy to be home (mental hospitals, though not torturous prisons, are not terribly fun places to be) and will probably talk more about the experience over the weekend. Those of you who knew I was there, I appreciate the love and well wishes you sent. Those of you who didn’t, I know you would have sent the same if you had known.

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