Okay, I’m done eating now. Here’s a rundown of things that have happened in the past two days because I have this manic need to document things I know that one day I will be too old to remember myself and will end up having to ask Stuart to recall for me:
1. We made a feast on Friday. Little did we know the trend would continue. Our weekend plans were somewhat manic, involving: going to Jason’s to work on a redesign/upgrade for pH (sorry, Jason), meeting with a woman about a thing, and going to the airport to pick my father up.
2. My father couldn’t fly in to Islip, so we’ve got the car for a few more days. Which is funny considering I don’t think Rhonda the Honda could go anywhere if she TRIED, seeing as how my self-serving neighbors have dumped about ten feet of cumulative snow around her lovely red edges, but that’s okay because I called 311 and the nice recorded man said that there’s no alternate side parking in effect until Thursday.
3. We watched: the first half of the BBC’s Pride and Prejudice (I am still berating Stuart for insisting we split up the Netflix delivery of the series), Truly Madly Deeply, Ruthless People, What About Bob, and a whole lot of useless news reporters standing in two feet of snow.
4. We ate – Oh My GOD this is going to be astounding: Rosemary foccacia, sausage parmesan risotto, herb-crusted chicken, flourless chocolate cake, a whole baguette, edam cheese, half a pound of salami, a few slices of mature Stilton (all Stuart), about thirty clementines (me), a homemade pizza, about ten cupcakes, cinnamon muffins, scrambled (me) and overeasy (stuart) eggs, bacon, countless pots of whole-leaf black tea with splenda (me) and milk (Stuart), countless pots of coffee, with cold (Stuart) and warm milk (me) and sugar (me), a robust bottle of Malbec, a sublime bottle of Syrah, two glasses of madeira (me) and a glass of Johnnie Walker Red (Stuart). Did I mention the thirty clementines?
5. During our afternoon nap/reading session, Stuart made me crack up for about 10 minutes JUST BY BREATHING IN AND EXHALING DEEPLY THROUGH HIS NOSE. For the record, he is still mystified as to why it was so bone-crackingly funny.
6. Kate sent me a text last night, reminding me of the conversation we had last year while walking single-file during a blizzard of this magnitude:
Kate: “You… dropped… a…. hairthing!”
Krissa: “It’s… just..a…barrette… I used to know. IT’S DEAD TO ME NOW.”
This made me really love Kate so much more than I already do which is a hell of a lot.
7. I finished reading Michael Chabon’s Final Solution, his slim new book. I was a little underwhelmed (or just whelmed?) because of course, nothing can really top K&C, but then I realized that I was seriously moved by a passage written from the point of view of an African Grey parrot and can I really be blase about a writer that can do that?
8. Stuart and I have really reconnected this weekend, after a somewhat stressful few weekday-weeks of a lot of work and a few misunderstandings. Most of this reconnection has been due to A. him completely supporting my madcap Nesting Instincts and B. me giving in to being a little messy and a little sloppy and not letting it become a burden on my self.
9. I really love him more than air.
and the final thing I need to remember about this blizzard weekend has been:
10. There’s really, truly, for the first time in my semi-nomadic and constantly hectic life … no place like home.
Thanks, Blizzard of Late January 2005. May all your future siblings bring me this much joy and peace.

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