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cattitude and I had dinner with roadnotes and baldanders this evening, at Fountain Cafe, a Middle Eastern restaurant on Atlantic Avenue. We picked it mostly for geography—it's three doors down from Sahadi's, where I was overdue to buy dried fruit and such—and it turned out to be a good place to spend a relaxing hour and a half talking. (I am now overcaffeinated, because it was easier for the waitress to pour me more tea, and for Cattitude and Roadnotes to point out that I didn't have to drink it, than for me to leave the glass sitting on the table.)

And then we stepped outside again. Sometime between 6:30 and 8, the mixed precipitation had acquired a layer of sleet and freezing rain to go with the rain, bits of snow, and hail. We made our slow, careful way to the nearest subway entrance, and so home. Sometimes it's worth changing trains twice to save a few blocks of walking outdoors (and one of the changes was just across the platform).

Roadnotes and I are going to try getting together again next Tuesday or Wednesday, possibly with one or both of the guys, before she and Baldanders set off on their trans-continental adventure. And I'm going to miss them (squeezing out time and energy for visiting Seattle even occasionally will be tight).