It smells like snow. We're expecting between 3 and 6 inches. I'm nice and toasty in my sister's Boston duplex. It's gorgeous. I want it. I'd need a new car, though. Big cars don't do well in Boston. Sorry, Belle.
I had to take my boots off at the airport. An unlucky security guard had to wand my feet. I met Meredith, a junior at Gettysburg College (
You know, the Battle of Gettysburg? Yeah. I just wanted to make sure it was in Pennsylvania, OK?), who was quite chatty, despite her prescribed bed rest and enlarged spleen (read: she has mono).
I couldn't have imagined today working out more perfectly. I was able to drop my car off at the mechanic, Jeremy and I got to chat on the way to the airport, and a random young woman said I was
sweet (for carrying her bag). Sweet, as in a character trait. She said she talked too much. I should have said she had a lot to say. Err, anyway.
My baggage decided to skip the connecting shuttle from New York to Boston, so I was courteous enough to wait around until it made it on the next shuttle. That extra hour made it easy to meet my sister and her roommate at a subway station on their trip home from work (saving me $25 in taxi fare), after which we enjoyed a delectable dinner at Charlestown's Figs, including a Chocolate Tart with Raspberry sauce.
Did you know that the fluid that allows your joints to move has one of the lowest coefficients of friction of any known liquid? I did some Physics homework today, too. And how!