I will note for the record that the only time anybody is ever prompt for anything in the Boston area, it is because Nora has put the fear of god in us all. When Nora drives the bus, we are all waiting at the busstop 20 minutes early.

p.s. Have car, know how to drive Brookline. Passengers up to 3 in number, call me up or email me. Or, um, talk to me tonight.

Nutty, I love you.

I'll plan on staying late to work so that I'll just T it over to Brookline, and maybe get a ride back Somerville-wards.

I think the closest T stop would be Brookline Village on the D line.

Home now. Red-eye flight is a whack idea, and I have no idea why I did it. V. v. v. tired. About to nap. Will post pictures first.

Miss peeps dreadfully.

Happy.

Emmett and I and Lexine's son C (C-bug?) have played catch for roughly nine berjillion hours.

::cough::

Ms. Steph is quite the wizard with the glove.

I think the closest T stop would be Brookline Village on the D line.

Awwww. When you get off, please wave at the house two doors to the right of the puppet theater -- that's where my Aunt Ginnie and Uncle Dolph, two of the best humans on the face of the earth, used to live, and I spent countless hours in their kitchen having hot tea and English muffins as the passing T rattled the windowpanes in the living room.

I love the puppet theater! I will think of Aunt Ginnie and Uncle Dolph the next time I pass by...

Thank you, Nora!

Ginnie lives in Dedham now, not far from the miniature golf course. Dolph has passed on. He was a brilliant crackpot (an MIT professor who spent his declining years working on a science fiction novel whose premise was that Jesus was a Mason from outer space) and a thoroughly loving man. And she is a thoroughly lovable woman, and utterly worthy of him.

I think the closest T stop would be Brookline Village on the D line.

You think correctly.

t edit waited too long to post -- makes note to wave at puppet house neighbors.