It sunk in today that yes, Kevin and I are geographically separated: I have a 509 number and he has an 816.

I wish I were there now; he isn't feeling well and it makes me crazy to have him ill and away from me.

Took my love to the airport this morning at about 4:40. Just as I pulled up to drop him off there, my left front tire went woobita woobita and was absolutely flat. The airport service truck tried to fill it, but it was pretty much shredded. I went to put on the donut spare but couldn't get the lug nuts undone. The smaller of the two service guys ( Read more... )

The work week is almost over, but it has been a long one. Catering every day in addition to the service, and more of the same tomorrow and all next week. Students increasingly absent from work. All part-timers laid off for the summer today; the next couple of weeks will be stiff. Then the madness of summer camps, hundreds and hundreds and thousands ( Read more... )