T, you are flying home today... that means you are just a few mile from my house... can I meet you at the park and ride for a hug? OK, just kidding... that would totally freak me out... the thought that the shortest route from the park and ride to around where you live goes right past my house is freaky enough. I don’t want you anywhere near my house... like your driving by it could corrupt you or make you dirty or something... but... you are almost home. Tomorrow if I still need you I can call and not feel bad. If you are bored at the airport you can reply to my bunches of emails... JK... I know you like to people watch. Thursday... two more days to Thursday...