Our daughter just stopped by to borrow our large car, because she and her boyfriend found a sofa on the street. Very enterprising, those two. They just moved very close to us, and have a bigger space and are adorably excited. On my trip I bought them cat pot holders and a kitchen towel. It's fun to be fixing up a new place.
I got back from my trip last night, and all went reasonably well, except I was sick with a cough and had to take Tylenol non-stop the whole time. That meshed pretty well with my friend's leg injury, so we were companionably inert a lot of the time. We did see her granddaughter and mine, and took a ferry to an island for the day, but mainly we took things slow and easy. I was also attempting to avoid the news, but my friend likes to be in the know, so there was a background anxiety for me about the economy, London, and the general instability at this moment. It went well with my own malaise quite well.
On the flight back, a man was almost evicted before the plan took off - I guess he'd been arguing with his girlfriend, but he was also generally belligerent and on drugs or alcohol. The crew separated them, and he ended up in the seat in front of me, so I heard a lot of warnings by the crew, his mumblings, and it generally made for an anxious flight. They didn't arrest him at the gate, and at baggage claim I heard someone say he'd caught up with the girlfriend, so that sent a little shiver of fear for her up my spine. I wished she would have escaped, since she was up front as we were exiting, but she probably lives with the jerk and has no help.
I've still got my cough, but I feel pretty good, and soon we go to our cabin with our family and dear friends. I'm excited.
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