Well, the trip itself wasn't so bad. George has been fighting off a nasty bug. We were worried about when he'd eat, when he'd sleep, and most fearful of when he'd poop. The flight went fine. He had a few moments of crying, but nothing terrible. We fed him during takeoff. We changed him after the seatbelt sign went off, and then he slept the rest of the way - even through the decent, the landing, and the walk back to baggage claim.

We got our car and made our way to the very nice Four Points. Judi offered to let GV sleep in her room and we happily accepted.

Ohhh - More later. He's crying now. Gotta go.