Back home

I’ve returned to the estate, and am busily wrapping up loose ends. Of wire. In the basement. Ha ha, no, that’s the plan for Sunday.

My trip yesterday was “fun”. The “quotation marks” are around “fun” because there were 40MPH cross runway gusts of wind at my connection in Baltimore. The rain was pretty intense too.

My stomach: “You know, I put up with a lot for you.”
Me: “Hey, I appreciate it. Have I said ‘thanks’ lately?”
My stomach: “Actually, no. You haven’t. I just want you to know what I’m dealing with here.”
Me: “Ummmm,”
My stomach: “Buuuuuurp”
Me: “Hey, everybody be cool, we’re gonna land soon.”
My stomach: “Just say you love me.”
Me: “I love you man, just don’t do that again.”
My stomach: “Okay, I won’t. Just, a little respect now and again would be nice.”