home alone.

My flights were fine. The only issue with the first leg were 2 kids behind me called Michael and Megan. I have come to the conclusion that all children below the age of 12 should be given a shot of jello with Benadryl in it as they step onto the plan. Or made to sit outside on a wing. Either would work for me.I had an invigorating sprint in Chicago to reach my plane. I made it through the doors with 3 people on my tail. Five minutes later the doors were shut and we were pulling out. Whew!I actually managed to snooze most of the trip home, and arrived safely in Portland. My bag, however, sent me a text explaining that the baggage areas at Chicago were very fascinating, and needed a bit more exploring. It stayed the night, and should be arriving around 10:30 am today, and taking a nice little ride to my house. I hope it gets a window seat.
As soon as I stepped out of my car, Spooky (neighbor's cat) was right there, demanding pets and greeting me warmly. I said hello, retrieved my carry on and turned to find Pug waiting for me. Smudge too. As soon as I opened my door, Misty was tearing around the corner, crying her fool head off with hellos. It's wonderful to be loved so much by these guys!
Then came the scary surprise. As soon as I walked in, I saw broken things all over my floor by my computer desk, and by my craft table. In a heart beat I knew I had accidentally locked a cat in when I left. I swear, my heart stopped cold! There was no cat, no dead cat smell, so I cleaned up the broken bits and went to bed. First thing this morning I ran like the wind to the neighbors. He met me halfway and assured me all was well. Peanut, apparently, hides much better than I could ever imagine. I had tossed her out, but she stealthed her way back in and camouflaged herself somewhere. I locked her in. She was in only about 24 hours, but they said once she got out she took off like a shot and the didn't see her after that. Poor thing! You can see scratch marks where she took paint down to the wood, trying to get into a window and get out. I felt so crappy! I am always so worried about this happening. I guess it was bound to sooner or later. Thankfully, I have great neighbors, and they noticed and got her out. Yeah for great neighbors!
I was worried I had mentally damaged little Peanut, but she's already been in the house several times for food and snuggles, and I have only been up for 2 hours. I think she is more okay with the whole thing than I am. I shudder to think of all the ways THAT could have ended. Note to self, making a spare key this week and giving it to the neighbors.
So, I am home, drinking my coffee and making a mental list of food stuff to buy at the local Sentry. I miss the warm sunnies and good company already. Work, apparently, is just as screwed up as ever. Susie filled me in on the ride home. The 'Big Meeting" I was so worried about was not anything to worry about. Susie isn't even sure why the 2 hours had to be wasted. So, yeah to that.
I need to get off my ass, get dressed and hit the market. need to make a 'Welcome Home' meal for myself and my suitcase.