Just got home from the Potatoes. Swims with Dolphins was there, and later on Captain America joined us. Sweet Potato made fondue, and we drank wine and rated it on the leg-spreader scale (0 to 180 degrees). Then we played living room baseball with some wrapping paper and a cat toy. I absolutely love the Potatoes and Swims with Dolphins. They are exactly what people should be.

And in other news...Captain America has promised to take me to the shooting range on Wednesday. Perhaps my inner bloodthirsty anarchist will be released. Stay tuned.

One more update: Yesterday evening, Sweet Potato and I went to a "Purse Party" at the Turtledove's house. This is how much I love the Turtledove, that I would consider buying a knock off Prada handbag machine sewn in China. But the most beautiful thing happened. We met Turtledove's husband, a waterman, and he showed us his crab traps (called crackpots) and explained how to tell the male crabs from the females and how to tell when a crab is about to molt. Then, we sat on the dock and watched the sun set into the Bay, and talked about the Tetons and a hundred other things. It was one of those moments of perfect comfort with a perfect stranger. Beautiful.