After getting up at 3:30 in the morning (Dallas time) so I could pack my luggage, take the shuttle to the airport and get on my 6:15 flight out of Dallas Love Field, my carefully packed checked bag did not arrive in Boise with me. When I called the airline 12 hours after I had arrived in Boise, they still had no idea where my bag was! Ugh. The next morning I was happy to receive this message:
Among other things in my bag was a note saying it was searched, my MacBook, AND my beloved mandolin! All is well.