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Weekend update!

I'm sitting quietly in my office when I hear a big crash. Crashes aren't all that rare in this house. Youthful exuberance, knotheaded kids, however you put it. But this one sounded like a wall fell over. Turns out it almost did. Chris and Nick were… what, wrestling? Jostling? Brawling? Who's to know? Anyway, now there's a nick-torso-sized hole in the basement wall. Nick doesn't have any bruises. The basement is now very ...clean. All is well.

And for the second weekend in a row I've enjoyed playing scrabble. This week I lost most of my games and ten bucks besides. But I had a great time. One more step towards getting my scrabble joy back.

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