A day like yesterday

THE POSTSCRIPT, Carrie Classon
Only after you’ve had a day like yesterday do you really know you married the right person.
The day started out fine. We were flying back from Mexico to the U.S. My husband, Peter, books all our flights, and he had arranged it so we did not have to get up at “the crack of stupid,” as he would say. Instead, the cab arrived in the late morning, so I had time for a last walk around the city before we said goodbye to the wonderful staff at the apartment hotel where we stay every year.