So, I can assure you that my literary absense was for good reasons. For the duration of the last week, I have been trying to help Clint get ready to leave for Turkey, as well as cram as much time in with him as possible before not being able to see him for over 2 months.
This Saturday, I took him to the airport. Alanis Morissette had it right with “isn’t it ironic”, when we got stuck in horrible traffic on the way there, making what once was a 2 hour safety pad into a rushed goodbye and Clint getting to his gate 15 minutes shy of the plane leaving.
After that, other than his stop in Chicago, I wasn’t able to talk to him at all, since our cells aren’t international, until Sunday night via email where I was informed that he was in a hotel in a city that he never should have been in in the first place. In a wrap, the last 48 hours have been an American Airlines nightmare for the boy, that you can read about yourself in Clint’s travel blog:
So send a prayer up for him, please.
I hope you all had wonderful weekends. I’ll be better at writing this week, pinky promise.