I got his “Landed” message while in that lot but he didn’t get my response in time to tell me he and his co-worker had checked their bags after all and that I should stay there.
Three times round the airport, cut off once and forced to go through the paid parking–the sympathetic attendant let me off–it is intense night driving, and with the construction they’ve had, it’s never entirely familiar.
But my Richard is home from his trip. I’d sprout wings and fly to the moon for that.
Parker would love to see that. If he could just stay awake long enough…
