jere7my | Harrow, how are you?

Step back in time two days to Thursday, when my relief at fleeing my mom's house was tempered by nervousness about the blizzard-cum-ice storm that had blown out of the west, and into which we needed to drive. It was harrowing, however slowly we went, and the drive to Boston took twice as long as expected; there was skidding and sliding and the newfound experience of being trapped between two converging snowplows. And then, when we finally got to Boston, we could only approach our hotel, in an ever-tightening spiral, around and around four or five times before we reached it.

But then we were safe and warm, and we went to

psocoptera's apartment near Davis Square for gaming and pizza, which was a pleasure; we saw her and Hannah and DVS and other lovely people, and we played Word-o-Rama and Fluxx, and I wished for Icehouse pieces so I could teach them Zendo. (I nearly bought some at the gaming store at Davis Square, on our way back to the APA, but figured I'd have other opportunities to buy before I had other opportunities to play.) Thank you,

psocoptera, and feel better soon, please!