Now my brother Jak is here! It's a flamly reunion!
Stan and mom and I spent the day walking around Cambridge in the new crisp cold. We toured campus like we do with guests (I learn a little bit more each time about the olde and hallowede Harvard grounds), visited the Cambridge Common, where you can learn about George Washington taking charge of the revolutionary troops, and Christ Church, where George & Martha used to attend services. Then we had a couple of beers at celebrated Charlie's Kitchen and did a little shopping on Harvard Square. My brother arrived in the early evening and since then the four of us have just been laughing non-stop. It's one wildly inappropriate joke after the next around here now, punctuated intermittently by song and dance. In other words: the usual. I've been notably more weepy since having family around, and more appreciative of Stan than ever, too. I'm basically just a big, sappy pile of joy basking in the presence of three of my most comforting and most hilarious loved ones. It's cathartic and delicious.
I am a participant in NaBloPoMo.