This morning Brian had to catch a 6:00 flight. He woke up well after he was supposed to leave the house because his alarm didn’t go off. Oh, isn’t that the worst feeling. He showered, shaved, got dressed, zipped up his suitcase and jumped in the car in about 7 minutes. I quickly got Bea up an put her limp, sleepy little body in the car. Luckily there wasn’t any traffic because it was around 5:00. Brian drove like a maniac and we were so nervous the whole way.
He emailed me later to let me know that he made it. I felt so bad for him. What a horrible way to start the week.



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