worrisome
So my dad's been in Israel for the past 5 days. He was supposed to leave tonight from Tel Aviv, but the airport was on strike and it fucked up the plane's schedule. So now he's leaving tomorrow, flying to Frankfurt, then Frankfurt to LaGuardia.
I know there's nothing to worry about... there was security with him almost all the time... but still, hearing that the airport was shut down and wondering how he was going to get out of Israel was genuinely scary for my mom and me.
I've been skittish all day. Not just because of my dad. Tomorrow's December 1st. In 20 days, I'll be done. I have a lot of work to do before then. I keep saying that over and over again, I know, but I just... I don't know. I'm going to go home after my class and do what I can with the thesis.
This weekend should be interesting. Tomorrow night, I'm going out with an old friend to a bar in Harvard Square. Saturday, I'm going to Andrew's new place in Woburn. And Sunday... I may be having the publishing team over for a meeting. Wonderful.