Thursday, June 14, 2007

There's Another Airport I Could Have Flown Into

Here I am on Tonia's leather couch. My host/travel agent has disappeared. What a way to treat someone who drove 11 hours to Iowa today.

It's a quick trip. Off to the Quad Cities tomorrow evening for Patrick and W's wedding (What will I call Erin on Saturday night? "O"?), back to DM after the reception, and then to the Oak for a few hours to see most of the family and Grandma Sunday morning before I continue back to the mountains.

And I can't wait to get back. It's too damn humid here.

Well, time to turn in. I'll be staying in Lacy's bed tonight. She won't be there.