I accept that this was somehow my fault, i’m sure it was.
When I booked my tickets to New Orleans I was super careful to get the flight back on the 1st. David was sitting there with me. I had 2 flight options on the 1st, leaving at 11am and leaving at 5pm. I know I picked the 5 pm because a) it was later in the day and i know we would be tired from the festivities the night before and b) it was a non-stop flight. I evven went through and picked my seats and picked only one seat on my flight back. I went to confirm my flights and they magically changed the return flight from the 1st to the second and from the 5pm to the 11am.
dammit dammit dammit. I had to call my dog sitter in a blazing panic to see if she could stay on another day. She’s not my regular dog sitter, and let me tell you, it is very hard to find a dog sitter over the holidays at the last minute. I can board ghengis, but maddie was treated rather roughly by her previous owners and now she has some separation anxiety issues, she ate her way through a metal kennel once, cutting her face all up. I keep the kennel to show to people.
grrr I was also counting on being home all day on the 2nd to relax and get things in order before I had to go back to work on the 3rd.