It's eleven o'clock on a Saturday... and that's as close as it gets to a Billy Joel song, for which I think we're all grateful. I've kicked out my guests, not because I wouldn't love to have them stay longer, but because they're headed back to PA.

Two batches of boozy balls are done, one with John's fancy rum and one with the creme de menthe. More to come.

Now I'm keeping an eye on this storm. My parents still thought as of this evening that they were driving down in the morning. I hope that they'll think better of it before they leave. I think they've forgotten that 12-18 inches is a much bigger deal here than in MA. I would hate not to see them, but I really would rather they stay safe.

It's been a great day.