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We awoke insanely early on Wednesday to take Adam and Katherine to National Airport to fly to Curaçao, then got home around 6 and went back to bed for a couple of hours but I've still been sleepy all afternoon. It was a fairly quiet day, particularly since I threw out my back putting my shoes on (moral: do not attempt to put on shoes before 5:30 a.m.) and it has taken a lot of Advil just to make it comfortable to sit. Plus we had snow flurries, which did not make me want to go out driving.
We watched The Masked Singer
again because it is marvelously insane -- I was pretty sure last week that the Peacock was Donny Osmond, but I didn't have any great guesses on anyone this week, though I hope Twitter is right that the Poodle is Margaret Cho. Then we watched one of the episodes of The Gifted
that we missed; it's gotten awfully violent and Turner has gone from slightly relatable and sympathetic to someone who needs to be executed ASAP. Statues at National Harbor last weekend:
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