26 hours

–not that I’m counting 🙂

If all goes well (and good weather is expected both here and in Detroit), Sydney will be home by 11:30 tomorrow night.  I thought I was playing it pretty cool these last few days, but he drew my attention to the fact that there was a smiley face after nearly every sentence of my email to him today.

Since I’ve had a lot of time to think about this, I’ve had visions of greeting Sydney in various different ways.  Don’t ask me why I don’t have better things to do–I do!!  I may wear a very ladylike skirt just to keep me from knocking him down like an overly affectionate St. Bernard.  I’ve also thought about holding a little sign spelling out “Sidney Pener” and looking anxiously at all of the female fliers who emerged from the gate. 🙂 Why do I think about these things?  Because this is Ithaca, and Ithaca is a very small town.  It’s occurred to me that I may see one of my professors or one of my students waiting for someone on the same flight, in which case I’ll need to be sure I can greet my husband appropriately with such observers nearby.  School and life are on intimate terms here, and normally that’s okay, but I think I’m just going to hope that I can get away with expressing some unalloyed joy tomorrow night and hope that everyone else is doing the same thing.  Late-night flights into small towns make for some interesting people-watching about which poems wait to be written.

Erin