Back in Boston

Apart from an extremely rough patch coming into Boston yesterday, the flights were uneventful and blessedly un-full.  I arrived, and Jaime met me, along with another new housemate, Justin, who was kind enough to bring his car!  I nearly cried from relief - I had NOT been looking forward to lugging my luggage on the T, even with Jaime’s help.  Boston had put on its finest weather - 70-ish, breezy, sunny, perfect - and Jaime and I spent the evening wandering up to Harvard Square (where a guy at the Chipotle Grill thought I was British from my accent, which surprised both me and Jaime), and back down via Central Square, reacquainting me with the local area.  Then I went to Walgreens and got completely overwhelmed by the forty-choices-for-the-smallest-item situation; upon my eventual return, I took a much-needed and highly-refreshing shower, then flopped into bed at the respectable hour of 10 p.m.

I woke up at 6:30 this morning,but other than that, jet lag doesn’t seem to have bothered me too much yet.  And now I am going to get a few things together, have some breakfast, and then go off to the first event of my grad school career - a bloody maths refresher course.  I can’t TELL you how excited I am about this.  Ah well, though - it’s only a few hours of my life, and if it enables me to re-remember how to add, subtract, and reduce fractions, well, it will be good.  There’s an informal orientation later today, and this evening Uncle Denis has said he’ll come help me move a mattress from whichever store I buy it in to the apartment.  Jaime has offered to help me repaint the room I’ll be living in tomorrow morning, which is good, ‘cause it needs it.  And then tomorrow midday, Graham arrives!  Hooray!