tiresome

Another day, another airport. This time it’s Chicago Ohare. We’re waiting for our airplane to get free of customs, since it apparently arrived from an “international destination.”

Family time was excellent. The compound in St. Joe has reached maturity and is fully operational. The turkey was sourced from a nearby Amish farm. Amish turkey, I tell you. We played about a billion games of chess, walked on the shore, played music, ate way too much, toured wineries, and generally made merry.

Now, if the plane would only come and pick us up … we would set out for home.