Tuesday, January 12, 2010
So.. I'm at work, and the cell phone rings... and it's Chief. Who tells me he's on the way to the airport... he'll be home tonight! This is superbly wonderful news.. but.... the apartment is a wreck, I didn't change the sheets, my schedule is thrown all out of whack here! What to do... take off work an hour early, tell the attorneys they'll have to work it out themselves, I'm gone tomorrow. Dash home (well, Metro doesn't dash, but you know what I mean) change the sheets, run the hoover, etc etc.. Go to the airport - wait, wait, wait, wait (turns out the pilot messed up and had to go round again..) and then - there he was. 361 days. done. another one over. whew.