I'm back, albeit without my luggage. As of this morning, the online tracking shows no sign of it. I can't tell you how anxious this has made me, not only possibly losing some nice Christmas presents but also some electronics I was carrying back here for my dad (long story) that I think the airline won't cover if the luggage is gone for good. (I haven't told my father yet because it'll upset him, and my brother who gave him the stuff for Christmas.) But I guess I should be patient - most bags are found, and it's a busy season so it could take awhile.
Despite the weather, my flights were both close to on-time, unlike all those people stuck in airports for days last week. Yesterday, flying over New York and Vermont on my way to the airport in New Hampshire, the clouds far below resembled an endless snow field. Then it began to roll the way ocean swells roll far out at sea. Minutes later, we were diving into it like I used to dive into the waves at the seacoast, the bracing cold of the Atlantic churning around me, stirring up the gravel below. Instead, below these whitecaps were tall, straight pines, a few houses in between, businesses, more stretches of tall pines, then the Merrimack River I once lived overlooking from one side then the other.
Update: I finally called the airline and spoke to a human who spoke to another human who said they have my bag, so it should get delivered today. I'm relieved, although now I have to make sure I can get home when it's there so it's not out sitting on my porch. Thanks for your good wishes.