It’s unusually quiet this evening. Europe’s airlines are finally starting to get back to normal — enormous backlog of stranded tourists all trying to get home simultaneously notwithstanding — so Jack headed for Albuquerque this morning in hopes of finding a flight back to Ireland.
I was anticipating a big weekend, but we haven’t had a single traveler check in this evening.
That’s OK. The stars are pretty, and Harvey and I are enjoying the chance to sit outside in the high desert air and listen to the wind while I sip hot cider and nibble on some of the shortbread I made last night. I need to get groceries tomorrow, so I’m just as glad to have a laundry-free morning.