He quickly shooed away my concerns about leaving the kids, so I immediately sent Jesse an email. And now, I'm staring at the calendar (which, of course, has a photo of a cat sailing someplace warm this month) on the wall of my cubicle and realizing that in five days I will be at the airport right now- yay! Since Jesse and the rest of the crew are all sailing on to Puerto Rico, and I just can't be gone that long, I'll be jumping ship in George Town, on Great Exuma, Bahamas. The logistical nightmare of flying home from a Bahamian out island means I'll be flying on four (maybe five?) different planes on my way home. Something tells me that I should not check a bag.