Yesterday, we had a last-minute schedule change, and welcomed Captain "Sully" Sullenberger (yeah, the guy who landed the plane in the Hudson) to Studio B to record some chapters for his soon-to-be-released audiobook! Unexpected, but awesome. He is truly "Captain Cool" - just a very nice guy, and I'm glad I got to meet him.
Like I said, it's been a crazy week, only made crazier by the fact that I have been trying to clean the apartment, pack some things up for storage, and generally prepare the place for Will to come home on Monday. Oh, and figuring out what to pack for my mini-vacation this weekend in Olympia. And trying to get it all done while jumping up and down with excitement over the fact that WE ARE GOING TO SEE EACH OTHER TONIGHT HOORAY! It's hard to pack boxes of photo albums and winter coats while jumping up and down, let me tell you what.
I am eating my breakfast of yogurt (note: TJ's brand Greek-style yogurt is kind of gross. Fage wins, and I will buy it exlusively in the future) and granola at 11am, and I threw a very weird mishmosh of food in my lunch box this morning (have been doing that "eat whatever is in the house because you're going away for 3 whole days" thing this week), but that's ok. So is that runon sentence (sure it is).
My bag is packed (though I still need to decide what book to bring for the plane). The apartment isn't quite as clean as I'd like it to be, and it's full of boxes, but he won't care. And this afternoon, he's baking me a pie. Possibly lemon meringue. And if I don't get to eat dinner before I get on the plane (which is highly likely), he said he would make me a sandwich for the drive from the airport. Oh yes, folks, I picked a winner (am I right, Jacqui?).
Anyway, right now, the dominant thought in my mind is that no matter how crazy the day gets, I am going to have a good night. And that is a nice thought.