...and yes, I just got home; coffee with jadasc and emilytheslayer (back to back, not simultaneously, and I should just go to the Diesel and serially have coffee with multiple friends more often), a stop in at Magpie, and a long-ass wait for the #70 bus. (After accidentally going the wrong way on the T, too. Yeah. I'm not so much with the coherent thought today.) Is the #73 out of Harvard any better about actually sticking to its schedule?
Anyway. Now I have a chocolate croissant and a wee nap.
New kittygirl squeaks and chirrups instead of meowing. So cute.