Quentin is home

Yesterday I stared at the escalator in the Fort Wayne Airport – actually, I think “International” is there in the name – and waited to see the familiar silhouette appear from feet on up. He is never in the first group and my eyes darted around during an escalator drought – and, then, there he was walking toward me. He looked taller, but I think I am shorter. Oh, and I wore my Ray-Ban sunglasses because I think they make me look better than my regular ones. Then, when we went outside and I took them off. Go figure.

I have no pictures because when I went to get the camera to click, it didn’t and I realized the battery was sitting back in its little charger. Now, today, I want to remedy that.

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