I washed my hands. I took a shower. I washed my hands.
My left hand still smells like boy goat. The joy!
ETA: The tree guys just called. In concentrating on the goats, I totally forgot to move the truck out from under the other tree that they are taking down.
ETA2: Thunderbird to the rescue! He moved the truck and provided a quick playdate for Cleo-puppy. Huzzah for excellent friends!