Half way from son's to daughter's, I get a phone call.... I have left an important piece of luggage back at son's. Now what??
Had a lovely lunch with daughter and children before making a speedrun back up the tollway (I-87 > I-90) to Newton. Next morning I am on my way again.
Twelve hours later, after having had a most enjoyable day and a satisfying dinner.... my keys are nowhere to be found! Have invoked St Anthony, but I guess he too, is still searching. I do have a spare, but not spare photos of the grandchildren, which were on there. :(
As I said, Things can only get better.