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Got home to discover Ian had pulled off an unintentional trick today: getting himself trapped behind on of the bureau drawers, and we ended up emptying two of them, including his favorite bottom drawer, before he suddenly somehow got himself out. We discovered in the process that he's also covered a *lot* of my clothes with cat hair. Some of which got thrown out as too small or too big on me anyway, the rest of which is now going to the dry cleaners. We then moved a cat bed to the bottom drawer, though that feels a bit optimistic.
We're getting pretty strong thunderstorms tonight, but there was time for the trick or treaters to make their way around first, and we actually got more than usual this year. I suppose if the real world is going to insist on being an actual house of horrors, you might as well enjoy the attached festivities. Which now includes a proper impeachment inquiry. Thanks to my misbehaving computer I ended up with a little time to read Tom Brokaw's newly published personal narrative of Nixon's fall before it went out to the shelves this Tuesday, and Nixon's behavior sounds startlingly familiar. Of course the Republicans were in position to discard him as the liability, the way they aren't with Trump.