Made it back home safe and sound — I know you’ve all been waiting to hear that. The flight from Chicago to Miami was delayed because of snow in Detroit. Go figure.
The house is intact, the cars started, the plants are still alive, the lawn was cut, the mail will be back tomorrow, and my house sitter — more a visitor than a sitter actually — reports that nothing happened. Two messages on the machine: one from someone mumbling in Spanish, which leads me to want to change my message to “Yo no hablo español. Si usted busca alguien que habla español, usted tiene el número equivocado;” and another from The Old Professor wanting to know how the Inge Festival went. I’ll write about it tomorrow. Right now I need to drink about a quart of water and get to bed. Tomorrow is almost here.