One hour until his plane is scheduled to arrive. I’ve checked the airport arrivals several times to learn that it’s going to be about 10 minutes late. Makes me wonder how they predict the arrival time so exactly? I mean, it appears to have left on time, why would there be 10 minutes of lost time?
Anyway, the students left at 3:30 and it’s now 5pm (or rather, 5 past) and I’m sitting here still trying to figure out what to do to kill some time. I don’t want to spend a ton of money on parking at the airport and I don’t have anything else to do to prepare for tomorrow.
It still seems surreal that he’s going to be there. I keep feeling as if I will just go to the airport and nothing will happen. Like I dreamed the whole thing.
I must be crazy.
Just over an hour until his plane lands. I wonder how jittery I’ll be then!
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