And on the sixth day, God created the delayed baggage delivery service and it did deliver the delayed baggage and the people did rejoice even as they towed the baggage up the hill to the lodgings.

But the people’s rejoicing was tempered. For they had begun to accept the loss of their favorite sweater and revel in the breezy feel of their hastily purchased Spanish threads.

In 48 hours that suitcase will be back on a plane, and I don’t think everything will fit. I’m not yet sure how the cuts will be made, but I’ll have a day and a half on the plane to process the loss anew.