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16 December 2000
 
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Andrea, Princess of Plymouth, threw her annual christmas party and Gretchen and I returned for a second year of fun. I don't know if I'm making this all up in my head, but the crowd seemed older this time. Last year this was mathematically true, but the party itself seemed a little younger. This time it was mostly couples talking to couples about mortgages. Oh well. I still had a decent time talking to the strange variety of people. We left just as the slab-o-rice crispy treats hit the scene.

As we were leaving it was cold and starting to rain a little. In the 30 miles between Andrea's house and my house it went from wet to 4 inches of snow on the ground. I don't know how long it took to get home, but it was at least an hour. Gretchen slept for most of the drive, occasionally waking up and being amazed at how different the weather was from minutes before. Once all the driving was done I went for a short walk to enjoy the falling snow. When it snows heavily, sounds are warped. You can't hear random noises street noises that you usually can't get away from, but you can hear the constant whir of the falling snow... it's better than crashing waves. The air is heavy.

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