Ed and I got to the Minneapolis airport early enough Sunday to take a turn around the terminal. I got my 10,000 steps every day during our trip, largely due to Ed's good humor about helping me obtain that goal.
We had fun walking up and down each concourse, and discovering that all concourses are not created equal. One had restaurants with iPods on every table. Ours had one bathroom with a very pretty mosaic in the entryway.
We got home to find out Coda had ambivalent feelings about returning to us. She rather liked the Rigby house, where she learned to eat whipped cream from a can!