I woke up at 5a this morning to the sound of someone on our front porch that turned out to be American Airlines delivering our lost luggage. He didn’t bother to get a signature or ring the bell, disappearing once again into the night. I then spent the next couple hours on the phone and various websites trying to figure out why they only sent three of our four missing bags. I was at least up early enough to do some yard work, unpack, wash a load of laundry, and run a full 5k for the first time since Lexor. It’s now noon and feels like bedtime once again. 

It was raining all evening, so we didn’t attend the Luminescent event last night, choosing to instead catch up on Succession episodes. It was an abrupt return to our evening television routine, after weeks of not watching at all. We both needed the down time, dozing off several times and then hitting the hay early. Tally got to go to the dog park this morning and my wife attended her aquafit class, so things are back to normal. Our weekend guest arrives shortly so normalcy will be short-lived. 

Tomorrow at this time, we’ll be singing Back Home Again in Indiana with our Indy 500 party guests. About 20 neighbors are expected to attend, many of which I haven’t seen in nearly a month. The rest of them have abandoned the neighborhood in favor of their northern, second homes. Few of them are really race fans, so the party is really just an excuse to get together for brunch. However, I’ll be watching, feeling grateful to be back home again (in sunny Florida.)