Home Again, Home Again

Once upon a recently, my family held our every three-yearly get together. The designated location this year was Denver, home of my oldest sister, and within hootin’ distance of a few other relatives. I used to travel a lot, especially to the UK, but in recent years… not so much. I am in pet jail, for one thing, and finding a good pet sitter is hard. I am BUSY, for another, still very much working when most of my siblings are retired. But they are my family. They have known me longer than anybody else has, and I love them, and what the heck, Colorado is just a not-very-long plane ride away, so off I went, muttering about my rudbeckia will die for lack of watering, and I REALLY should be working on my Christmas novella (though I am in truth feeling a little stuck regarding the plot), and they will all ask me, “about the writing,” and then their eyes will glaze over when I tell them “about the writing…” I am scared to fly, can you tell? I arrived safely to Colorado, and though I have…