That is what I ask myself all the time. I finally got a shower at eight p.m. tonight and when I got out, he and the dog were sound asleep.
He flies in late at night, and out 6:30 tomorrow morning. I’ve asked him for a list of ten dishes he loves and cannot get at restaurants. Last week he bought me an old-fashioned pastry bag, I have the tips, and we made cannelloni yesterday.
I am a worrier and do check, as he says, “on the plane, number, love you” and I check it out a couple of hours later. He gets in between nine p.m. and 1:00 a.m. and we’re getting up at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow to send him off again. I’ll take out the dog, feed her and make him breakfast. Then he leaves. Zoe (dog) and I like to walk him to the car and I take her for a real walk.
Texting is not my forte but he does text that he’s landed at the correct site. Until that time my heart beats double-time and as his wife of nearly 14 years, I’m allowed to worry. Other people, pilots, car rental companies, hotel managers, restaurants have him. Not me. I prefer us being together. He and Zoe are back asleep. Cheers from Dee