I’m back. Tom met me at the airport. OldTax-lady had given me cheezburger sandwiches to eat on the flight, and I gave Tom the one I had left. Also a tank of gas.
Kathleen and Frank and my catz is happy to see me. My laundry is on.
I don’t know what’s happened at Mom’s since 1:30 when I got on the airport van, but much staff was being hired as I left.
I might be able to stay awake until I can get my wash in the dryer, but either way, I’ll be along with a kitteh in the morning.