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I am safely at Union Station this morning, though I did not arrive here without PERIL! befalling me on the way.

There is just no good way to get to Union Station from the El. It's always at least a four-block walk and a bridge over the river. This morning...PERIL! was included.

If you've ever lived in an urban area where it snows in winter you will have seen the signs outside the high rise buildings that read "Beware Of Falling Ice!" I've never actually seen any of the ice fall and assumed it fell in sheets off the building and would be easy to dodge.

The wind was high after a late snowfall last night, and it turns out falling ice actally comes down in marble-sized lumps which go "piff!" next to your feet when they hit the ground. Which is creepy enough on an empty street early in the morning, but then a huge gust whipped up and I was suddenly in a shower of the stuff and it hurt. I got smacked in the head twice. PERIL!

I'm not bleeding or anything, I've just never been in the middle of potential death raining down on me before. I ran as best I could but, you know, unplowed snow does not give great traction.

Still, all life is an adventure and I'm safe now, just getting ready to head out to my gate. If any further PERIL! occurs, I will be sure to document it.

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It's a grey day here in Chicago...

Never been on a proper train in the snow before. It's lovely if a bit surreal.

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I have arrived! I am safe and sound, and a little bit blown away -- the wee babe-in-arms I saw last time I was here is now nineteen months old and just ridiculously smart, not to mention adorable. I'm highly uncertain how I feel about this whole "time passing" thing, but occasionally it's all right. :D

The Tiny Shiny had a great trial run on the train, and despite Not Being Fond of PDF files is otherwise behaving itself quite well. That's about all the news there is, really -- hope you all are having a good social inversion festival of pre-fasting excess. Or at least that you're going to enjoy other folks enjoying Mardi Gras!

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Of the many things I am fond of -- cider, Hitchcock films, the Moschino fashion aesthetic, women, men -- there are few things I am more fond of than the combination of snack food and the opportunity to be sarcastic (clearly I work for the right person).

Gwen, on the other hand, loves to see other people looking hideous in formalwear, as I suspect most women do, and she fancies Frank Langella blind.

THEREFORE, we will be holding an Oscar Party on Monday night. Gwen is in charge of downloading all possible Academy Awards content, including at least twelve hours of Red Carpet Coverage. Rhys insisted on making the snacks. My job is to bring Max and the alcohol and then be catty for the rest of the night, because I'm the only one who's seen most of the films. Except WALL-E, but we're not going to talk about that.

Jack will be allowed to attend on condition he declares it our Team Bonding Exercise for the month.

Until then...well, there's a lot of Weevil-hunting to get done. And then, as a reward, some...Weevil-hunting.

I have got to work on some new euphemisms.