Now Reverse

All good things come to an end.

So do family visits. (Ba-dum bum! Rim shot!)

We successfully reversed course across the U.S. yesterday. We got up and out on time (early) and had a relatively short flight to Minneapolis. Anna was squirrelly but it was just our two seats in our row so let her wiggle, it's only an hour. Short layover before the long flight, but filed under Epistemology we found our Free Miracle! card and redeemed it for an extra seat in our row and a comatose-for-three-hours baby.

However, this nap did simply defer all the protesting about being confined (and I don't just mean Aaron's opinions on coach legroom) to the three-hour drive home. At least our fellow plane passengers were spared Anna's insanity-inducing pitch. It would have made that little carry-on dog someone had howl in pain. Like we did.

We all went to bed early, by Pacific time standards, but today Anna almost fell asleep on the 1.1 mile drive home from church and between bites of lunch. No naps for us grownups, though--duty calls.

I will try to get some of the four billion pictures taken last week up here and emailed to those of you who need them soon, so just hang on, they're coming. But in order of importance I first have to (1) pay bills and (2) get some other papers out of the way so I can (3) work like a mad fool to make up for lost time. Don't be fooled: the freelancer's vacation is really only work deferred to a late-night purgatory of procrastination payback the next week!