The ship left port without us after I got the flu on the plane going to Dallas and then fate delivered a second blow when son David discovered he had no passport on his person when we approached ship security. It took nearly 3 hours to find our already-loaded baggage and by the time we returned to Dallas, I sunk into a fever that lasted three days. Getting a flight home was the easy part. Getting back home was a blur, but here I sit with Kleenex and unworn shorts. I’m sure I’ll laugh about this eventually. But not today.