Probably a combination of the 2 BBQ sandwiches I ate at our 4th of July lunch yesterday (I haven't eaten that much
I read blogs for a while this morning, and then tried to call Mark. It went straight to voicemail. So of course my immediate thought train was less-than-logical: he's forgotten to call/he's forgotten about me/he let his phone die/something bad happened. Let's try none of the above. I waited a while, called again, still went to voicemail. And then I semi-freaked and called his dad, who said that he'd just dropped the group off at the airport and they were checking in. And that I should try Thomas (Mark's brother). Oh. Right.
So I call Thomas, and Mark answers, and says "Hey, we're checking in at the airport - I was planning to call you while we're waiting to board." Oh. Right.
"But your phone is dead!!!" I say.
"No, I just turned it off because I didn't WANT it to die," says my logical-thinking husband.
Come on, April. Your husband isn't going to forget to call you right before he leaves on a week-long trip seriously lacking in the communication-services department. He's also not going to call you at 5am and
*Sigh* I am such a worrier. It is so silly of me. I have no reason to be nervous this morning. Flying is a safe way to travel. Much safer than driving. But all I can think of is plane crashes.
I need to be busy. I have a to-do list, and there are plenty of things on it. I want my house looking lovely when Kelly gets here. But between feeling icky and worrying of all the potential ways that Mark could die (yes, I know, a bit extreme ... but nurses tend to think in worst-case-scenarios... or this one does, at least...), "WASH THE DISHES!!!," even in electric fuschia, is not terribly motivating.
I will feel better when Mark calls me back. And I will feel even BETTER at 11, when Kelly gets here.
Oh dear. My washing machine sounds like it's about to spin-cycle all the way into space. I should probably go make sure it doesn't....