We arrived in Evanston at about 7:00 CDT, after a jolly twelve-plus hours on the road (Pippa and I actually started Saturday morning at 7:30 Eastern, counting the packing and clean-up; Si spent roughly 24 hours on trains coming east to meet us, but his travel streak was interrupted by a delightful sojourn with a gifted artist and one of the leading undiscovered novelists writing in the English language.
The house is standing, and in no worse condition than when we left (apart from the baby chipmunk, and I’ll let Si blog about that); the car had not been pillaged during the fortnight we left it parked in Barnstable; moreover, the car started right up when I turned the key in the ignition. These may seem like no big deal to you, but my neuroses had a lot invested in some sort of catastrophe having struck in my absence. Now, they’re going to have to choose among the chipmunk, the hotel whereat we stayed last night, and a slightly slow-leak-prone back tire.
Worse things happen at sea. Take my word for it.
Posted by AKMA at August 29, 2004 10:29 PM | TrackBack