Or taking off or landing. He's coming home, but it's a several plane-changes affair. By my calculations, he hasn't quite crossed the border yet. That boy is coming back to America and albeit we still won't be in the same time zone, at least he won't be waking up when I'm going to bed or vice-versa. I couldn't have done this for all of the last year. Transatlanticism (transpacificism?) sucks. Transprovincialism (transstatalism?) is hard enough.
Anyway, I'm like the Jack's Mannequin song, counting down the hours and the minutes that he is not here. So pilot keep it steady, because every inch of me is bruised.
yaaaay!
ReplyDeleteand i love that song.