It is nasty and raw.  There is a nor’easter in the forecast.  I am not thrilled about traveling to Queens to meet my family, but I figure I’ll do it nonetheless.

I spend most of the day workout out the format of this blog and adding entries. Now that I’m pretty much up to date, I can just go forward with it, a day at a time.  I will psych myself up for making the information more public, now that I can refer people here.  (Note to self:  I must do something about WP’s default pictures.  Bleah.)

I call one of my friends, who is horrified to think that I’m going out to Queens in this storm.  Soon afterwards, my sister calls to say they’re postponing until Sunday.  She’ll let me know details when things are clarified.  I call my friend back to reassure her, and we laugh.

We call my parents in the late afternoon to say that we will, after all, be home when it’s time for their evening call.  Mom says that Dad has been waiting since 11:30 (which used to be our time to call them) for the phone to ring.  He calls in the evening to complain that we were so late calling.