Stephen's sleeping in the airport overnight, well sleeping might be a little too wishful of a verb. Yes, we're too cheap to have him sleep in a hotel and too shy to take a family friend's offer to have him stay at her house. [If anyone reading this happens to be the serial killer type and decide to make a call to our apartment in between when his flight leaves and when he is home I just want to make it clear that I will have severed your limbs before you have time to tell me you accidentally went to the wrong apartment.]
Anyway, this trip has been incredibly insightful for me to realize how I miss Stephen's g-chat signal being green and that it might be a good idea to get a cell phone that can actually rings when you call it, doesn't have a four second delay when you talk, and doesn't require wifi. I know, I'm so demanding wanting communication in a marriage.
To pass the time, I thought I'd put a few videos up. The first is a youtube video that compels me to believe in humanity, at least our ability to come together to be seen on the Internet, as well as reach down into that traveling bug inside of me that I thought was dead and give it a chance to dance too. I'm not sure the video will do either for you, but it does provide great cleaning music. Pardon the title.
The second is an older country song my sisters use to sing (I think I had the words memorized before I heard the original). I'm including this version because there's an extra verse I had never heard before and I probably looked as sad as the woman playing the guitar when I hadn't been able to talk with Stephen for two and a half days. Luckily he has since called and I look more like the maniacs in the above movie. (For the record, I'm not this needy and Stephen is not abusive and called me when he could. I just like pretending he's neglectful so that I can relate to sad 80's country music now and then.)