The day started out rather badly (stay tuned for the full story of everything that could go wrong and did) but it had the right ending: I'm home, so is my luggage, and I'd forgotten how comfortable my high-backed leather chair is, and how big my iMac screen is.
Heaven and a half.
Plus, guess who was really happy to see me: Gus! He even let me pet him! Poor little guy must have been lonely on his own for twelve days... But he looks healthy and active, and he's busily re-exploring every inch of my room in between fits of rolling frantically in his dust bath. Which means that I'll need to vacuum the whole place thoroughly tomorrow.
Now I'm off to bed!
This suspense is unbearable: what went wrong this day? We are left with countless conjectures to this day: did the plane blow up a tire or the reservation system was making wrong assumptions about simultaneous booking? Or did your luggage take a separate route trough Anchorage (remember the legos...)?
Posted by: Claude | June 21, 2009 at 06:27 PM
I will write up and post an account of my recent Bad Travels very soon. Sometime this week. I promise. I just need some time to get over the Emotional Trauma first.
Posted by: Chelonian | June 21, 2009 at 11:29 PM