Our driver was late picking us up because we were so early. This time, we had expedited baggage -- not sure why that didn't happen on the flight out. Maybe we were supposed to say something? They have the automated kiosks for the bag tickets, so I don't know how that works. I didn't know to ask on the way out. It was cool -- our bags really were basically the first ones out on the carousel. We didn't rush, but the driver wasn't there and it was cold and windy. I called (should have checked my email; I could have called the driver directly). R. put the kids in the shelter while I looked around for the driver's plate, since he was dropping someone else off a couple islands over. He was nice -- quiet, but nice. No traffic to speak of at 6 ish on a Sunday morning.
T. wanted to go to track. I told him to wake me up at 8 and I'd tell him if I felt safe to drive; I can be very punchy and disoriented early in the morning and I was still on west coast time. I declined at 8 and went back to sleep. Both kids were awake at that point, but when I woke up again at 10:30 the house was silent. A. was snoring in bed. T. was asleep on the couch.
The horse people texted to find out if we were coming; I said no way on A., but probably T. would be there. But when he woke up, he was crying and I had to cancel. His mood was very uneven and he was sniffling a lot. I got some laundry going, unpacked, and took T. out to a late lunch/early dinner at Not Your Average Joe's. I cleaned out the fridge and made salad and cole slaw. I had those for dinner.