Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

Baltimore to Bowie with snow falling, mostly clear lanes, and thick slush between the lanes, dodging other cars: 45 minutes.

Bowie to Baltimore at half past three on Christmas morning (I got wrapped up in conversation with a cousin I hadn't seen for 24 and a half years and lost track of time) with light rain, roads that mostly looked wet but were pretty darned slippery, fear of black ice (not that I actually hit any) and only four other cars on the road in the whole trip: 25 minutes.

I keep forgetting how many different things I've somehow crammed into my life until someone asks me to describe them all at once and then comments on it.

Mom did a really cool thing. She hates my cape, but she apparently understood my arguments for getting it re-lined (the lining is pretty well trashed due to age, and is disintigrating visibly day to day), because for Christmas she gave me a big chunk of fabric to re-line it with. Yow.

There was much other coolness to describe, but I should go to bed instead. According to a message from my sister in law, carried by someone else, my appearance in the afternoon is non-optional.

My shoulder is a little better; my neck is killing me. Gotta see what I can do to improve on that in the next twelve hours.