Hey Elle, it’s me, your long lost roomie Rachel. Guess what? We’re snowed in. Almost snowed under. So I won’t be back to school on Monday. The airports are closed. The Thanksgiving crowd got out just in time, though, so Royce has got his old room back, and I don’t have to worry about Uncle Joe surprising me in the bathroom. But guess what? (First off, how did you do on the first guess—that we were snowed in/under?)

The answer is I got an email from Uncle Joe. He said he was over the moon about our bathroom adventure. That’s pretty much word for word: Over the moon about our bathroom adventure. He said he adored me. That was pretty much word for word. I adore you. (I adore you too, and I’m going to show you how much as soon as this snow melts.)

So I wrote back saying not much more than it was fun. But also that the snow was starting to come down hot and heavy but not really hot but really heavy and nine inches were expected so I’d be snowed in or under.