I've got a toaster tucked back in the lower cupboard somewhere that has been seldom used in the past 30 years. If I can extricate it, I'll bring it along.

Our coffee maker died yesterday, too, but Tom didn't waste much time replacing it. (Good think our Boston trip was foiled yesterday by a booked solid train.)

I thought I'd broken my toe on Tuesday and had it taped all day at work. Today it seems more likely that I've sprained the area where the big toe and next toe join the foot. At least that's where the discomfort is. And, since I've been favoring that foot (I'm on my feet most of the time at work), my right knee is seriously out of whack. It needs a brace, but of the ones I have, one elastic brace is waaaaay too big, and the other one should cover more area above and below the knee. I just took it off because it curls and cuts and is more uncomfortable than no brace at all. The remaining one is a major production with velcro, etc. and just more hassle than it's worth.

Tom's trying to decide what to bring...maybe tapenade, maybe potato salad or something.

Linn