“Send the dessert up to our room.”

Funny guy, I thought. “No, we don’t really have a room here. I’ll—”

“You might want to know what your room is,” said the waitress, placing the check, Knox’s credit card, and a room key on the table.

Thus did we cap an extraordinary meal at Spire, one of Boston’s top restaurants. After all the negotiating and sorting and packing and moving and hassles and cleaning and goodbyes, what I thought would just be a fancy meal out turned into a night (and morning!) of pampered luxury at Hotel Nine Zero, where Knox and I first met.

The following, uhm, afternoon, on the spur of the moment we decided to go into King’s Chapel for a Christmas recital. We were treated to some really lovely holiday music.