Not actually related to mohair at all

J.R. took me on a surprise trip to the MOHAI yesterday. And, since he didn't know quite how to get there from our lunch at Roxy's, I got a nice tour of the Montlake area (very pretty houses and kind of old -- well, old by Washington standards, anyway). When we finally arrived at our destination, I was pleased to find that we were there for their Lincoln exhibit. J.R. and I are both suckers for our 16th president and still get choked up over the Gettysburg address. The exhibit was well worth it, if only to see Lincoln's signature on the 13th Amendment. Also, I love museums. Walking around at them, however, makes J.R. sleepy. FYI.