Margaret and I are established in place to attend Nick’s wedding tomorrow (rehearsal dinner tonight), though we’re pretty spaced out from the travel (and travel-related) complications we’ve endured. Nothing terrible, just intermittent hiccoughs and disconnections and moments (intervals) of perplexity.
The weather’s as cold as we expected, and there’s snow lying (not as delightful to Margaret as fresh snow, but faute de mieux. We have a brief bank errand this morning, then will do some walking, come back for doing long-distance work a nap, and then pull ouselves together before dinner.