Hexagons in the Mist

Made peace with REL; she was clearly still shaken up enough that I'd proved my point and extending things further would be pointlessly cruel. Besides, appearances to the contrary, I find anger and vindictiveness tiring and unpleasant.

Six or more inches of snow, but it never looked like it was snowing; it just looked misty. And the mist accumulated on the ground and was snow. We've had 60 inches so far this winter. (Average year through April: 41 inches.) Very cold. Wearing many layers. Ate lamb and dolmas, won Settlers of Cattan.

Ciro is making me heartier oatmeal for breakfast, with milk and applesauce instead of water, and all kinds of dried fruit. He also insists that I add a tank top layer to my already exorbitant clothes layering.

For the Good of All of Us

Caption work, mostly. Mom and Dad in run-through week for the Winton Cabaret (which benefits the hospital; Mom is singing and Dad is stage crew). Scarlett and REL seperately visiting friends. Ciro is working on a new short story told from the point of view of a 14-year-old girl, so I dug out several old journals and papers to give him age-appropriate writing samples.

Ciro and I have been slowly playing through Half Life 2, by which I mean he punches all the buttons and has to deal with shooting things and getting killed, and then after everything is safe I look at the screen and say "I bet there is a door behind that box!" Or: "If you jumped on that and then that and climbed the nearly invisible ladder, I bet there is health!" Sometimes I am extra helpful and say things like "shoot the helicopter with the big gun!" I think it is going well.