As some of you know, the Big City is slushed up solid in the grip of "wintry mix" and J's flight home is most thoroughly cancelled.
And United's idea of an appropriate rebooking was to send her to Dulles about 530 tomorrow night so that she could make a connection to Burlington arriving about midnight. It's still up in the air, so to speak, when she'll be home and by what mode of transportation, although pretty much everything she is looking at will be earlier than that. Not that I don't love the boy, but I'm glad he's at daycare.
Oh, and did I mention that last weekend I popped something in my wrist, and am trying to figure out whether it's more uncomfortable with or without the brace. (but at least I learned a new word: "triquetrum")
And where is my plate of peeled grapes?