Just got a call from Sister, in Boston airport. Her flight from there to here is canceled, next chance is Tuesday. Or she can take a bus, arriving at godawful late.
Obviously, the bus.
Of course, she's not even sure which of our bus terminals she'll arrive at . . .
I offered her the loan of a shotgun, once she gets up here.
Temperature 3 F for our evening walk, windchill -8 F. Managed to avoid encountering any emergencies this time. Maybe the presence of Wife served as a charm.
Gonna be colder out at the bus terminal, late . . .