Many thanks to Pepper, who was a good friend to Moby, leaving our minds free to just relax. Oh, and a good friend to us. Mwa.
So, we pushed all the way through to home, over the objections of my back, and both our preference under normal circumstances, to stop frequently and take our time. The ramps to rest areas looked worse than the roads, my nightmare of winding off the road in a snowbank in the Middleofnowhere, ID, influenced this decision. We had sufficient wool clothing, food and water, but, really preferred not to need rescuing. About an hour from home, D found Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me on the radio, and we got to town around one, just as the show ended. Began to plan for our gathering of friends promised for that evening.
At least we ordered the cake before the trip. Picked it up on our way in. The bakery that did a Yin/yang cake for our reception - a request that caused consternation, but they made a grand, delicious, and memorable job of it. This time, a much more traditional treatment, which offset the quotation beautifully. It's from Mythbusters. It's been a hard year, with overwhelming failures for many of us, but not defeats. Changes of directions and foci. Bursting of illusion balloons.
Thumped home, I showered and went back out for food. Got the car washed, as it was under several inches of grime. Fried rice, good, locally made Italian sausages. Friends brought a veggie tray and cheese.
"Oh, don't want to use those, those are the good plates," said N.
"Use them, there are no good plates." Says I.
"But there are evil plates... " Adds D.
I don't have anything intentionally matching, there were enough dishes and utensils for all. As well as cake. And beer for those as wanted.
We all played Arkham Horror, fudged the rules, and beat off the Elder God before midnight.