Friday...
I got up ready to go to work, then got intimidated by the rain and ice I could see outside my window. I did go to work, and met for coffee, and went to the library, bought gorceries, and had a lovely dinner with Pim and ... and then watched Fringe. It was a story about an adolescent with precognition, who saw people's deaths: seemed very like an X-Men story. And why not? J.J. Abrams steals from the best.
The weather turned out to be lest fearsome than it appeared; more messy than dangerous. I wonder what it will be like tomorrow.