The boys are in DTW laying over! I can't wait to see them!!
I am so not at my best without them. When I got into Boston on Saturday, I was tired and confused. I fell into deep blackness of sleep on both planes, thinking briefly as my subconscious registered the whir of landing gear that I would never be able to rouse myself out of these exhausted naps. Then when I got to the hotel, they couldn't find Bo's medicine. And on Sunday, between conference sessions, I took time out to scream mercilessly on the mailroom boys. Because no one could find Bo's box. Not even the kid who spoke with the pharmacist, and told him that they had it. Not very gracious behavior for a Sunday. I specifically remember missing last mass in favor of fuming a these impotent youth.
God save me from myself.
But thankfully, the box was located before the end of the night, and now we have not one, but TWO refrigerators in the room.
