In case any Socialists peek in.
Aunt Artist and Uncle Oregon evidentally had The Flight(s) from Hell on their eastward journey. I didn’t quite follow all of it, but it seems there were two unexpected/extended stop-overs on the way. They only just got in shortly before nine, and aren’t sure they’re going to be up to seeing us. I told them not to worry about it. They’ll be calling us later, after they get some sleep. It sounds like they don’t expect to be in motion before four or five, and they didn’t want to commit to taking a train out to see us until they saw how they felt this evening.
That’s fine by me. Regardless of what happens, at least we got the apartment cleaned up a bit.