We made it home from Heathrow yesterday, via Ottawa, minus one bag. Which normally would only have been an inconvenience, except that it is P's bag that is still on holiday, and he leaves again this afternoon for Mexico, and needed the stuff in that bag. Maybe this is Providence continuing to push the message it's been sending us all week, that we need to slapna dig or laissez-aller or go with the flow. There was nothing we could do about the snow in France or the accidents on the main highways - we had to let it go and adjust. There is nothing we can do to get that bag returned faster - we just have to wait until the situation resolves itself.
E is due back from Africa today. Her group has a tight connection at JFK, and P is anticipating that they will miss it. Today will be another busy airport day - picking her up and dropping him off.
K+P were busy with the kitchen while we were away. I've lost track of what day we're at, so tomorrow I'll continue with the count, the count representing the number of days we're in the house with the construction. The countertops are nice and high and they sparkle under the lights. It's all coming together.
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