By Emily Dickinson
I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town –
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down –
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig –
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
Adam (who is now certified to give volunteer income tax assistance, having passed the IRS test), Daniel (who is trying to put together an honors project), Paul (who worked from home so he could see his children), and I all had work to get done on Friday -- mine was a review of Deep Space Nine's well-done but problematic Section 31 episode "Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges" (my all-time very least-favorite Star Trek title to remember how to spell). The cats were pleased to have us all around until they realized that it meant there was always someone around to nudge them off vents, which weren't always on since it wasn't that cold until evening when the freezing rain moved in.
We had dinner with my parents, then had a quiet evening while Adam worked on his tax project and Daniel conversed online with friends also going to work at Amazon. We thought we might watch a movie, but by the time everyone was done with laundry and chores, it was late and we decided to watch some Adam West Batman instead. On Saturday we are taking both kids back to College Park for the spring semester, which will involve carrying computers possibly during an ice storm, plus taking older Daniel shopping for groceries. The real snow isn't supposed to get to the area until Sunday. Here are some photos from the historic Cross Street Market in Baltimore's Federal Hill neighborhood: