It's Finally Happening

We're leaving Iain with a babysitter.

Tomorrow night my colleagues will gather to celebrate the recent wedding of our Tudor-Stuart-Elizabethan-Costuming-Gender specialist. She married an Ancient-World-Early-Christianity specialist, so you can imagine the breakfast table conversation in that house.

Anyway. We're headed down the road a bit to dance and sing and make whoopee with her, and Iain's staying here. With Callie. And Miss Donna.

It's all just so exciting. Of course, true to our special superhero talents, they're calling for 4 inches of snow overnight/tomorrow. So it's conceivable that we'll all be snowed in, eating rats and burning our sofas to stay warm until spring. But I have a sense that even in that event Callie's Mom is going to make us drive down for the party.