The next three years... or three months, or three weeks, or three days?

It's old news now, but the result of the election is finally known after two and half weeks.

( Cut for political stuff. )

I felt pretty good, so I had a celebratory workout.

TW: Row 400m, 10 dumbbell swings, 10 marine pushups, 10 situps, 10 pullups - 5 rounds.  And a conversation with a crossfit trainer who was taking a guy through a similar workout and who probably wasn't flirting with me, but I'm not great at assessing these things.)

Once I got home, Cupcake Goddess came over to visit.

It's been a good day, and some kind of normalcy will now return.