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Yesterday I went to a show at my favorite theater, Trinity Rep in Providence, which turned out to be disappointing (for aesthetic reasons, although the production was for the most part good). I'm looking forward to their "Henriad," which is in rehearsals now: productions in rep of Richard II, Henry IV, and Henry V. I looked at the cast list yesterday and I think it's going to be a rollicking good time.

Had planned to go to cousin Ariela's housewarming in Waltham, but discovered that (a) her new house is in Lowell, and (b) the sunday commuter rail schedule would render an attempt to get to said party absurd. So I decided I was going to just take the Red Line to Porter and walk home.

majordomo was scheduled to fly into Logan around 6 and take a bus, a train, another train, another train, another bus, and a mile of uphill bikepath to his house, but I'd tried to leave him a voicemail earlier with no luck. I sent him an email documenting my change of plans, and figured I'd see him sometime after I got home.

So I got off the commuter train, having endured an hour of chattering college students and fluorescent lights and developed a migraine, and I was trudging along the platform when I noticed a familiar-seeming plaid flannel up ahead.

Kyle, you make me ridiculously happy!