So you can only imagine what a snowball fight with Joephet is like--really more of his side like flinging snow as if it were sand on a beach--punctuated with a squeal. Still, not a bad thing.

Yesterday a schoolday where the kids were aching to do some of their own fighting in the snow, and where there was plenty of fighting in the school as well, with one of the terminal kids getting his lip busted. Hrmm... then a pleasant lingering and grazing after school on mexican food, this after having to wait far too long during the day as I had an unexpected coverage. Eventually, reunited with Alric and Rachel and haggis in Midtown before heading to nestle with Joephet. Or try, at least. Not much else to report, other than snuggly whether in which I will curl up and read.