The morning was still calm but the day then slowly derailed into tantrums and annoyance. Nobody went outside on account of the wet and cold weather, furiously sleeting.
Henry and I played two games of chess together, I won one
and he won one too. When I was badly losing Felix nearly had a fit, screaming
at me was the worst chess player in the world.
The mood had degraded so much by the evening that I
unilaterally canceled our swiss family Robinson evening, which was
heartbreaking. (Sigh)
Brian and I went for a late night walk in the fog along the
river. The sleet had stopped. Brian jogged along beside me. No moon, no stars,
no people (except the one guy asleep on a bench in sleeping bag that looked
completely rain soaked), barely any street lights.
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