I know, even bad things sometimes leave a void when they go away. 96 hours!

Thank heavens my voice mail is full. I just watched several dozen videos on email and text of him sobbing, laughing, ranting, giggling...and making out with the camera. I threw up a little in my mouth.

...when having the number one engine start thunking on taxi is the least dramatic part of my day...

It's like when I go into the office cesspool and say that the 35 knot crosswind landing in a storm is the safest part of my day.

96 hours! I'm kind of punchy so I'm going to make a song...96 hours of no response, 96 hours of nope.