In the days leading up to Christmas, as the boxes accumulated under the bacon, I noticed two identical boxes addressed to me with the same nondescript return address. I worried that someone had messed up and given me duplicate gifts. Jonah assured me that was simply impossible. When it came time to open the boxes, it turned out that their contents were identical. One box was from Mom, the other was from Ben, and Jonah was very wrong. But it also worked out perfectly. It turns out that I’d mentioned that I really wanted some Kwak glasses in front of…
Ben and Amanda have an excellent end-of-the-year tradition of coming to Colorado. They keep coming back even though we never feed them. This year, Ben treated us all to brunch at the Broadmoor. Jonah and I have been talking for years about how we should do this, but it’s pricey and requires reservations. Ben thought ahead this year and got us reservations several weeks ago, but even then the only seating remaining was at 9am, which is when they open. We have something of a tradition of suiting up at least once every year. It started the first year when…
The promised snow didn’t really arrive until last night. I still rode the bus yesterday so I didn’t have to worry about getting stranded at school on Yoshiko. The calculus exam went pretty badly. It was just overwhelming. The 2 hours, 40 minutes allotted simply wasn’t enough time for me. It seemed more than twice as long as a normal exam, and my brain seemed sluggish as a result of lack of sleep. Other people seemed to think it was on par with her other tests, so maybe it was just me. That said, there were a dozen of us…