Waiting

I’ve been up for an hour. Woke up as hubby was going into the shower.

So I got up and told him I’d iron his shirt.

Quizzical look. “What do you want to do that for?”

“Um, it’s WRINKLED?”

He’s such a man.

So he slowly gathered everything together. Left $40 on the table “in case you want to do something.”

‘I can’t do all that much, honey. You’ll have the car.”

Joy oh joy.

He packed a pair of pants and t-shirt in a duffle bag. “There’s a hurricane down there.”

“Honey, that’s on the gulf. Arlington is pretty far inland.”

“Yeah, but you never know what’s going to happen.”

He’s such a Boy Scout.

OK…

2 hours to go before his flight leaves Chicago.

14 hours to go before his flight leaves Dallas.

It’s going to be a long, long day.

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