Yesterday, I dropped Amy at the airport. We barely had time to grab a cup of tea. I mean, we walked straight from Coffee People to the gate, and suddenly they were calling her seat assignment.
She kissed me goodbye and headed off to Kentucky.
I went to work, intending to be there from noon to eight. But by four, I was falling asleep at my desk (I didn't tell you we were up until four in the morning the night before cleaning, did I?). So I took one last load of things to the apartment where Amy will live before we get married (I didn't tell you we took the apartment, did I?) and I went home to see our cat and to make some dinner.
By seven I was drooling on the couch. I woke up when Amy called at nine.
Things sound fine in Kentucky. Her parents have a new (but nice) house. She already spent some good time with her grandmother. As soon as she can, I expect she'll begin interviewing her grandfather for a book she wants to write.
In one month, I'll go to visit. In two months, she'll be back. And in five, we'll be married.