All was well, except for the fact that the men in blue got to see my house in all its' messy glory. Unmade beds. Dirty dishes in the sink. Pet hair on every conceivable surface. Dust thick enough to write messages in. It was not my finest moment.
I had a three hour Zoom meeting scheduled, so I decided to stay home, rather than making the ten mile drive back to Hooterville. I was able to dust and vacuum during ten-minute breaks in the meeting, and, while it's a little too late to impress the local constabulary, it's also better late than never. Plus, cops see much, much worse than my untidy household, so, I'm showing myself some grace on that topic.
I'm also showing Hugh some grace; if he'd managed to get the back door closed, the house would still be a hot mess. The Lord does work in mysterious ways.