“Dear Continental Airlines” . . .

We made it home from Louisiana last night, following a 650-mile drive in a rented Ford Edge from Cincinnati. I’m busily composing the story of the Rothyssey, which will likely include the “Dear Continental Airlines” letter. Suffice to say that we’re home safe & sound, and our dogsitters were kind enough to offer to keep Rufus & Otis one more night, knowing how zonked we’d be by the post-blizzard trek home (we were supposed to come home on Sunday). I’m off to get the boys now; we’ll see if they still recognize me after a week away.