For Saturday we might have done many things, but we actually stayed in. This was because the weather forecasts were all for snow, potentially a pretty substantial storm --- if I have it right the remains of the ones we'd had to dig out of in Lansing on Thursday --- possibly mixed with a native-brewed storm. My parents suggested this would be a good time to exchange presents, since they weren't going out for any reason in that storm, and while we were going to go see my youngest brother and his wife and their child come Monday, my other brother and his family weren't going to make it down (to my mother's annoyance, or disappointment, depending on how you interpret her reaction) and my sister and her husband weren't making it out east either.
This did mean we had to wrap things first, since we'd either put stuff in our luggage unwrapped so as to not bother the Transportation Security Theater teams, or had it shipped right from Amazon to my parents' home in order to save on luggage allotments. (Plus it's absurd to order stuff online and have it sent to Michigan to bring ourselves to New Jersey for people in Massachusetts.) Most of this was my parents' wrapping paper since, again, this had to make sense, although we had some trouble keeping enough scissors and tape for the both of us together.
But we got my parents' gifts wrapped, and also some done for my New Jersey-based family, and brought them out to my parents' tree to exchange. I had a remarkable sort of Gift Yahtzee in that while I gave my parents multiple books they were, with the exception of the new Janet Evanovich novel, all ones my father had heard about and was hoping to read. So my father's delighted throughout. I also gave a calendar made from photos taken the past year, including quite a few of our honeymoon. My parents thought to give us clothes, in particular, for me another sweater that's likely to help me make it through the winter without falling over and shattering like glass. I'd make use of it Sunday.
Oh, and the snow? Didn't reach our area. Up north a bit some snow felt, but mostly it was some rain and nothing that big. We might've gone out somewhere if we had a spot in mind.
Trivia: There is no surviving depiction of Johannes Gutenberg's original printing press. Source: One Good Turn: A Natural History of the Screwdriver and the Screw, Witold Rybczynski.
Currently Reading: Catching Fire: How Cooking Made Us Human, Richard Wrangham.