Made it home. The trip was long, hard, successful, and had some very delightful experiences. I’m running behind in getting everything down in my daily log of the trip. It is currently 35 pages long.
On the trip from Gonaives to Port-au-Prince we needed to get through before the road was impassable due to Good Friday marches and demonstrations. I was sitting in the passenger seat and on several occasions felt that I needed a blindfold.
On the flight from Dallas to San Antonio, I was upgraded to first class, but missed out on the first class experience because I slept through it. They had to wake me up in San Antonio so I could deplane.
Now, I need someone to keep me awake during the sermon this morning. Judy will be singing in the choir. Craig Cannon says that if he mentioned my need to some of my granddaughters, a plethora of young ladies have adopted me as their grandpa, at least one would bring me a pillow and another would tell the pastor to speak softer so as not to disturb me.
I suspect I will not get the Sunday paper read today.
Within a day or two, I wall start posting my failures again.