A quiet, leisurely day -- until it's not...
Up at a reasonable hour,
bidding farewell to Chris,
who's driving
back up
to Boston;
yet more arrangements re the flights (now relatively easy),
a first/last repast in the cafe,
and
off
to
the airport
(Is this Bolton? No, it's Ipswich) --
away! Second coldest, winteriest day back home, a partly-foggy 48 degrees, after December 27's 46, with George-and-Bette's-domain at a totally gloomy but slightly warmer 51...
