The day after Christmas.
On the bright side, there were daughters. Their presence made the day warm, luminescent, funny, relevant.
In the early afternoon, Ed and I poured over a book on Tobago – a place I am urging him to visit (with me, soon) and which, in spite of insignificant costs to him or me – he refuses to seriously consider. Weather comparisons notwithstanding (it is 85 F there at the moment).
The fog grew dense, the roads went from being merely wet to being wet and slick. Nevertheless, we ate dinner elsewhere. I needed to not worry about food. Just on this one day after.
