And we gave him all our money but our hockey fives.
I am safely home again, and so is timprov. We are very tired, and at least a little bit merry when we can manage it, and we left fruit behind us, so I suppose Edna St. Vincent Millay is not in my head completely inappropriately.
The flight from Montreal to Detroit and the flight from Detroit home were pretty turbulent and frankly not much fun. But we made it.