11 51 am pst [ I am in Oakland ]
I am home. It feels good. It feels good to have been
missed. It feels good to be among the familiar. It feels wonderful to be
with my perfect boyfriend again. I am glad that people enjoyed [or at
least seemed to enjoy] my visits.
My friend is out of the hospital, so I will be going to
visit him at his home today. I was late to work yesterday because my
plane was delayed. My plane was delayed because (...wait for it...) two
first class meals didn't arrive. You should have heard how sympathetic
everyone in coach was to wait an extra 15 minutes for two first class
meals.
So I hopped right into work and was so delighted that
the kids had missed me and gave me hugs and whatnot.
My only real mission for the next few weeks is to
finish editing my friend's movie. There will be some celebration when
that rolls around.
