meeting

“So how did it go,” you ask?

I type this, looking down at the clock on the right-hand side of my computer’s display. 6:38. I have a little bit of time, but not much. Today I really need to get out of here as early as possible, because I’m taking a long (paid) break in the middle of the day. My houseguest flies home today, and I’m not going to pass up the chance to have one last, lazy, caffeinated lunch with him before taking him to the airport and getting that quiet little lump in my throat I get every time I put someone I care about on a plane.

No pain, no gain — something like that.

On Wednesday, one of the last remaining friends from column ‘n’ (‘netfriend’) arrives in Huntsville. If you’d asked me this a couple of years ago, I’d have been unsurprised by these plans, but life does funny things and gets in the way while it’s doing so, and as a result, we lost touch for about a year and a half.