i think this year only the banks and the post offices were closed for v day. matt was supposed to work but when i casually asked him if he had the day off he insisted on taking a vacation day. 'course we did spend the day going from tool shop to tool shop, but he asks so little of me how could i refuse. we did have to drive on 495 in rush hour and i really thought i was going to have to pull over and beat him senseless with one of the tools he bought, having no valium on hand. the traffic, it seems, makes him nervous. he swore it wasn't my driving, especially as he didn't want to drive himself. it was too much stimulus i guess, all the speeding cars.
we had dinner with my pregnant sister and watched shaun of the dead (very funny).
the museum is indeed in salem, and i am a moron. i can't believe i'd never been there. we didn't go see the house, because we're cheap, but also because there was so much to see. we saw the penguin. and alot of figureheads. and some nice indian people teaching a dance class. we only stayed a few hours, because we're old and crotchety and also hungry. then we drove around danvers and he pointed out every house his family ever lived in.
my brother got a promotion, he's now shipping manager at building 19. snazzy. we ate alot and we drove alot, and i am very tired.
driving the maxima, while very luxurious, is very boring. or it was until the check engine light came on. probably it's nothing, it's just a blinking reminder of the mortality of all beings. cars included. sigh.