The president says Stonewall while I work a lot

A demon mask, and a piece of 8th century Japanese art
(from Cleveland Museum of Art, Gallery One -- part of the kids' day while I was at work)


"We the people declare today that the most evident of truth that all of us are created equal -- is the star that guides us still; just as it guided our forebears through Seneca Falls and Selma and Stonewall; just as it guided all those men and women, sung and unsung, who left footprints along this great mall, to hear a preacher say that we cannot walk alone; to hear a King proclaim that our individual freedom is inextricably bound to the freedom of every soul on Earth." -- from Obama's second inaugural

Gay rights in the inaugural address!

And in other news ... I worked a 10-hour day, so this my deliberately non-work blog, will be thin.

Reading: No, but I did exercise!

Writing: Wii Fit is not writing, but it does start with the same letter.

Dinner: Had some salad with great sesame dressing and extra raw mushrooms at the board meeting. Then came home and had the yummy Hawaiian pizza David had made. (Monday pizza, week #3.)

Soundtrack: The Wii Fit has dreamy, electronic music to lull you into feeling relaxed and happy so that you will more readily accept the commands of your Wiiminatrix.

I am thinking of doing a series of "love song" posts for the month of February. Stay tuned for this exciting development.

Random thing: I got a really nice performance evaluation at work. Also, I hear there is funny video of Michelle Obama rolling her eyes at John Boehner.

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