So I just got home. The writer's group was a blast; the Yankee swap was a great idea.
The big deal, however, was on the way to and from the meeting. I tested my new Fast Lane transponder. I was frightened going into the lane; you don't get a ticket. I was on the Mass Pike for the scariest 20 minutes of my life, hoping and praying that the transponder would work.
I tentatively drove into the lane at the 128 exit....slowed down and waited.
The green light went on. "Thank you," said a sign inside the green light, which is slightly creepy.
Whew! Off the hook. On the way back, same story. I can only pray that the transponder did indeed work, or else the police won't be kicking my door in while I sleep.