Home Sweet Hotel

The storm system that almost diverted our homebound flight yesterday was also responsible for knocking out power to our house.  I arrived home with a suitcase full of dirty clothes, Maasai dirt still clinging to my shoes, and a fatigue-muddled mind.  I looked around the house -- no A/C, no lights, no fans, no fridge -- and collected my wife and fled to a hotel, heartlessly leaving the cats and the kids to fend for themselves.  (Should someone think that I am being a poor parent, the kids are 22 and 19.  Should someone think that I am being a poor cat owner, I suspect that the cats would agree.) A little over 24 hours later, our power is back on, and I am taking the first step toward regaining normalcy: laundry.  The cats are still undecided on whether or not to forgive me.

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