So I'm home, watching the snow come down on a very white world. John and George are at the OUR center. Isabel is about to join them. Jet is with the kids at the Rec. Center. And I have a few moments of quiet after a very chaotic morning between a meeting, folks trying to call when I was on the phone, and a chaos of cellphone activity. John's now driving Jet and Isabel to their places, and I'm finally working again.
Poor Jet, when he saw Dean drive off without having a phone call from him, Jet was about to cry as he really wanted to go to the Rec. Center and swim. I'm glad John could rescue him. And the volunteer shortage for making lunch wasn't as bad as John originally thought, so I have no guilt about working.