Second, never leave for a trip without your ID because while the lady at the check-in counter will tell you it will be fine, TSA will have another opinion and you will have to be patted down and go through the heavy-duty X-ray machine and all of your carry-on items will be swabbed for explosives (and your iPad will test positive and then negative) AND your checked luggage will be searched and they may make your toiletries leak. The GOOD news is that neighbor Dan nicely retrieved said ID from the coat pocket I'd left at home and mailed it to me so that the return flight was uneventful. Also good, I suppose, that they treated female, white me like a criminal so no indication of racial profiling. Yay?
Third, we decided to have the floors redone while we were away, which was great because the fumes are horrible and you can't really live in a house where you aren't allowed to touch the floors, unless you know how to levitate. So that worked out well. What we hadn't counted on, however, was how much time it would take to haul all of our STUFF up to the third floor in preparation of the work. We have so much stuff. Silver lining: while the attic continues to be packed and cluttered, the second floor is sparsely populated and it's much more pleasant this way. More purging to come.