I’m pretty sure my mood matches the weather: Cold and Dreary.
Joe’s parents and I took him to the airport this morning. We left about ten thirty, got him there by noon, and his plane was scheduled to leave at two. He calls me about a half hour later and was like, “I’m bored.” Apparently security and check in only took him fifteen minutes, and he was sitting outside his gate.
We had to drop him off at the door, we couldn’t go inside with him. He hugged and kissed me and told me he loved me, and sappy idiot that I am, I almost cried. Almost. I have a sneaking suspicion there was a reason he made sure his sunglasses were on. I suspect he was close to tears himself. We’re retarded, he’s going to be gone for two weeks, not two years. *sigh* I suck.
He has a lay-over in Phoenix, I should be hearing from him soon.
He’ll be landing just outside City of Industry sometime around eleven my time, then he has to go get his rental G6 with a GPS. The GPS was his boss’ idea. LA is a busy place.
