Dom texted me while I was out buying myself “You need to quit being a whiner” candy, saying that the pass is open and we can go tomorrow. 

So I called my dad to tell him and I got what I assume was a slightly drunken mardi gras response of “BUT HAVE YOU LOOKED AT THE FUCKING WEATHER? MY ASS YOU’RE GOING TOMORROW. NO. I AM NOT HAVING YOU RISK YOUR FUCKING LIVES, OR EVEN HAVING YOU JUST GET STUCK IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE WHEN YOU’RE IN A PERFECTLY SAFE PLACE RIGHT NOW. NO. YOU’RE NOT GOING TOMORROW. YOU’RE WAITING IT OUT.”

Most of me was relieved. But more of me panicked about being yelled at and I broke down crying in London Drugs, because that’s what reasonable people do. Cry in a drugstore. Totally normal. And this is, of course, after I had already shed a few stress tears while on the phone with my mum about five minutes earlier. I’m a regular waterworks. But I guess we all knew that. 

So overall, I have to check the weather in the morning. But in all likelihood I will be in Squam for another day or two.