...and so is her bag.
Meg arrived on Wednesday, with 50% of her luggage. One bag was there, another missed the plane and was still in Chicago, where she transferred from Hong Kong flight to the one for Toronto. The bag is tracked down, shipped and finally delivered in the middle of the night last night. And now, we're all here: Meg, her two bags, and I.
She's sun-tanned, happy, but she sleeps a lot: in the car after work—luckily, I was driving—on the sofa while chatting with me, and anywhere else where she is left alone for more than a few minutes. Ah, jet lag.
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