Well the darling husband is back off to his base. I dropped him off at the airport, gave him a quick kiss and hopped in the car, not even looking in my rear view mirror to see if he got into the terminal okay. The bad part was that it was almost 3 hours before his flight when I dropped him. He told me later tonight that the plane didn't end up leaving until after 1230 pm due to plane problems. I, of course was rushing off to work to get a multitude of jobs done for a funeral on Thursday.
I guess we all have our daily little trials.