When I said I was going to pick Matt up from the airport today most people imagined me going to get the big lovable sweet 18 year old giant who was once described as a "scary teddy bear" by a young fan at his sleep away camp. I on the other hand stood there behind a thick plate glass wall staring down the endless hallway between the international baggage carousel and american soil thinking more along these lines.
My baby is home and I couldn't be more thrilled about it.
Also, since I had to make the 132 mile trip both ways tonight I guaranteed my driving alertness with a large coffee in each direction. That would be one large coffee on the way down at 6:30 and another one around 11 for the return trip to utopia. The question to be answered now is "Will I ever get to sleep?" Oh yeah, the other question is "If I get to sleep how many times am I going to have to get up and pee?"
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