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lordfeepness and I went to visit muffyjo in the hospital last night. We met in Davis and T-ed to Harvard where we got a cab and made it to the hospital. Jo was up and in good spirits and being kept company by another friend as well. We all chatted for a while and then settled in to watch Monsters Inc. on a laptop. We kept glancing outside to judge the progress of the storm, and around 9 lordfeepness and I decided it was time to make our escape if we were going to get home that night. We tried to call a cab from the lobby, but of the 3 or 4 companies we tried, not a single one answered. We finally decided to walk to Harvard, bundled ourselves up and walked out the door -- and there was a cab dropping off a patient. We waited impatiently (but hopefully not obviously) for the people in the cab to clamber their way out, then dove in and made our slow way to Harvard.

By that time we were both starving, so we went into Uno's for a bite to eat. By luck -- ours if not hers -- Kirsten was working, so we asked to be in her section and I got a chance to really meet her. I had seen her at the auditions but hadn't had a chance to talk at all. She seems really nice, and I'm sure we'll enjoy having her as a Firstie.

After dinner Matt and I went our separate ways on the T. At Davis I put up the umbrella I had thoughtfully stowed in my pocket earlier, bundled myself tightly in my Nanook down coat, and put my head down into the wind. The streets between Davis and my house had not been plowed at all, but luckily there was someone else walking half a block ahead of me, so I could keep my head down and just follow his footsteps, keeping the worst of the snow out of my face. At some point a car went past, and walking in its tire tracks got a little easier.

The stretch between Broadway and Powderhouse was the worst. Luckily, it's only one block, but the wind coming off Tufts Field nearly blew me over. If I lifted my face or umbrella enough to see whether I was still in the street or wandered into someone's lawn, snow filled my face instantly. Vision was laughable, and there were no tracks anywhere to guide me. I can really see how people get lost in storms like this. Luckily, as I say, it's only one block, so I managed it without getting lost or frostbitten, and collapsed gratefully inside the front door of my house. Quite an adventure, all in all, but I don't think I'll be going out today.

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lordfeepness and I went to visit muffyjo in the hospital last night. We met in Davis and T-ed to Harvard where we got a cab and made it to the hospital. Jo was up and in good spirits and being kept company by another friend as well. We all chatted for a while and then settled in to watch Monsters Inc. on a laptop. We kept glancing outside to judge the progress of the storm, and around 9 lordfeepness and I decided it was time to make our escape if we were going to get home that night. We tried to call a cab from the lobby, but of the 3 or 4 companies we tried, not a single one answered. We finally decided to walk to Harvard, bundled ourselves up and walked out the door -- and there was a cab dropping off a patient. We waited impatiently (but hopefully not obviously) for the people in the cab to clamber their way out, then dove in and made our slow way to Harvard.

By that time we were both starving, so we went into Uno's for a bite to eat. By luck -- ours if not hers -- Kirsten was working, so we asked to be in her section and I got a chance to really meet her. I had seen her at the auditions but hadn't had a chance to talk at all. She seems really nice, and I'm sure we'll enjoy having her as a Firstie.

After dinner Matt and I went our separate ways on the T. At Davis I put up the umbrella I had thoughtfully stowed in my pocket earlier, bundled myself tightly in my Nanook down coat, and put my head down into the wind. The streets between Davis and my house had not been plowed at all, but luckily there was someone else walking half a block ahead of me, so I could keep my head down and just follow his footsteps, keeping the worst of the snow out of my face. At some point a car went past, and walking in its tire tracks got a little easier.

The stretch between Broadway and Powderhouse was the worst. Luckily, it's only one block, but the wind coming off Tufts Field nearly blew me over. If I lifted my face or umbrella enough to see whether I was still in the street or wandered into someone's lawn, snow filled my face instantly. Vision was laughable, and there were no tracks anywhere to guide me. I can really see how people get lost in storms like this. Luckily, as I say, it's only one block, so I managed it without getting lost or frostbitten, and collapsed gratefully inside the front door of my house. Quite an adventure, all in all, but I don't think I'll be going out today.