I was supposed to be home yesterday, but it took me until this morning to actually pull into my own driveway. When my plane landed (30 minutes late) in 6:30, it was to discover that (A) my luggage was still in Denver and (b) it was snowy and windy and subzero temperatures in Des Moines.
Due to (A) I was unable to change my shoes, so I had to wear my Crocs out into (B). Thanks to the drifts of snow around my car I wound up with soaking wet socks and ice cold toes.
The drive home is about 90 miles, which usually takes about 90 minutes total. It took me 90 minutes to do half of it, and it was getting worser and worser the further I drove. My nerves were shot, so I pulled into a Super 8 and finished the second half of the drive this morning. Hopefully my luggage joins me soon.
School is delayed 2 hours, but it’s almost time to drag the boys out the door. When I get back I have a bazillion things to do.
Like respond to the Jury Duty notice that arrived while I was gone. What a way to end what had been a really great trip.