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Had breakfast with my father, then set out north. Sheila, our dauntless GPS, came with me, and she gets very flustered when I deviate from her instructions. Since I wanted to stop at a store to pick up some goodies for Avocado (it's not enough that we send her to camp, or that we fly cross country to visit her: she's supposed to get stuff too) and I needed to stop at the A&W Root Beer stand in Middlebury, VT (root beer from A&W is a family tradition-you put the jug in the icy cold brook and it is fearsomely cold and good) I had to ignore her instructions to take the interstate, and so we entered into a "please ignore the freeways" negotiation. Every time I stopped I had to remind her of these instructions, and she had a wistful note to her robotic voice, as one who would say "I know what's best, you'll get there quicker, honestly..."

Well, I got here. For about an hour the skies were the gray of a Russian Blue cat, and I could see lightning strikes, first in the hills, then unnervingly near by. The weather services noted that winds up to 60 miles an hour and hail the size of pennies was confidently expected. Several times the skies opened up and poured down buckets of water on me. And the Spouse's plane from Newark didn't leave until 15 minutes after its scheduled arrival time. As a result, I'm sitting here in the Burlington airport using their free Wi-Fi. All things considered, I'm in favor of any delay that keeps my sweetie (and his turboprop) out of the air when it's nasty out.

Avocado called: she has a cough and the Claritin no longer seems to work: bring Zyrtec. Sarcasm Girl called to tell me that Act II of Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog is brilliant. And waiting at a corner for the light to change in Williamstown, Mass, I noted under a traffic sign (LEFT TURN FROM LEFT LANE ONLY) a smaller sign: a silhouette of Rodin's Thinker with the word "Think." Wonder if that does any good.