Christmas Uncancelled

Inexplicably, from amongst the hundreds of passengers, my number got called. Day 2 proved fruitful, and before I knew it, I was on a plane to Houston International Airport. Or, as Mexicans call it, the Mexican embassy to the U.S. Americans, in turn, call it the Mexitown of U.S. Airports.

And then, three hours later, home. I will now lie down and do nothing for the foreseeable future.