I'm finally back at my partially subterranean lodgings.
The furball known as "Chewy" has not left my side since I got home, 'cept to grab a couple of bites to eat.
I went out for dinner with friends, and he's resumed his normal mode of behavior when I leave the house; sit on his 5'3" condo staring out the window waiting for my return.
According to the sitters, nearly the entire time that I was gone he spent it under my bed. Seems he's only "bold and daring" when I'm around, and skittish beyond reason if i'm gone for extended amounts of time.
Also, I was pleased to hear from the pilot upon landing that I didn't need my coat anymore... was 71F at Bob Hope Airport (Burbank) when I landed this afternoon. I'm smug for now... but I'm certain this warmth won't last for us.