Countdown to Having My House Back. Guests leave this afternoon for the city, where they will stay at our little apartment overnight because their flight tomorrow is really, really early. A fact about which they have complained. There has also been a little griping (not too much, fortunately) about flying on New Year's Eve and therefore having to forego celebrations. And the family members whom DH got on a train so they could arrive home yesterday also moaned about how looooong the trip was, and how much more exhausting than a flight (which they couldn't get anyway, as everything is sold out for days to come). I am not understanding this. DH and I are driving people to stations, giving them keys to our living spaces and vehicles, helping to haul luggage, paying for car service to take everyone hither and yon. We have helped some family members pay their travel expenses. We have made numerous calls and used our credit card travel concierge to investigate flight options for family members. Still there are complaints. Um, people? There are folks who have been sleeping on cots at the airport for days. Well, all I can do is use this experience as guidance for my own behavior next time DH and I are inconvenienced on a trip.