It is 2:16 AM
First journal post ever:
After what was a rather sketchy takeoff, flight, and landing, I have arrived (safely) in California.
So now that we have the courage to express our feelings, what do we do with them?
This matters to me more than I ever could have imagined.
My left arm dies when I spoon, so I nonchalantly ask you to spoon me. You comply, and seem to spoon with no difficulty in the left arm.
The plane flight was anything but amusing. Turbulence is exciting for awhile, but not for 2 hours. I closed my eyes and thought of you. It was an enjoyable alternative to sleep....
After what was a rather sketchy takeoff, flight, and landing, I have arrived (safely) in California.
So now that we have the courage to express our feelings, what do we do with them?
This matters to me more than I ever could have imagined.
My left arm dies when I spoon, so I nonchalantly ask you to spoon me. You comply, and seem to spoon with no difficulty in the left arm.
The plane flight was anything but amusing. Turbulence is exciting for awhile, but not for 2 hours. I closed my eyes and thought of you. It was an enjoyable alternative to sleep....