My Mom called. My mother doesn't call unless someone dies. It's taken two years but I guess she's come around to the fact that I'm not "going to kill yourself!" She wished me luck; said she wanted a full report at Thanksgiving (as if she'd be able to stop me.)
I'm having conversations with my ex-husband's significant other instead of him about flight details. She's easier to talk to; and she makes chocolate chip pancakes for my son; and she has and has read all the Harry Potter books. Hard to resist. Except for that little fact she's the other woman in my son's life...and I'm still deciding about the pancakes...of course she does, and I likely never will!
I purchased a season of Survivor (irony in that title) that I didn't know I wanted to occupy Dusty during his flight. I gave him $100 cash to cover taxi and food just in case he did have to take a cab. Though found out it is in reality $8 to do that but a $16 minimum, and Chris is picking him up at the airport so that will be much better. Still....I'll never see that cash again.
And it's near 80 today. Very nice- but very warm and working on getting used to it dehyrated from flight, up too early and not the right kind of food or eating schedule...not a great run. And semi-swollen feet after. Better now after elevating and some stretching tonight.
I had the tiniest bowl of chili ever tonight in the hotel. Good but tiny. Can't wait to see what the complimentary breakfast brings. Dusty WILL be pumped about that. A bright spot. LOL if he asks me to go get it for him on Monday morning.
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