quiescence

It was my brother's birthday on Friday and he came up to Boston for the weekend to visit some of his friends. Unsurprisingly I wanted to see him, even if only briefly, to celebrate a bit, but my rather nasty illness prevented me from doing so Friday or yesterday.
So, out of my boundless filial devotion, I dragged my sick and wilted body out of bed at 8:30 this morning to go have breakfast with my brother. He had assured me that he'd be ready to go at 9:30 and was looking forward to seeing me.

Needless to say, that did not work. After taking the T and buses (due to construction) I arrived at Mass Art at 9:29 and called him to have someone come let me in. The ringing phone woke him up and it took half an hour to locate and wake up his friend who actually lives in the building to come and sign me in. I was rather chilly. Since neither my brother nor his friends had showered or dressed I ended up just sort of hanging out for about an hour. It was nice to see him, but not what I had hoped for.

The rest of the day has been spent reading about devolution of political authority in the UK and feeling slightly less ill than yesterday.

Good music at Manray tomorrow though.