waiting

I am waiting in a little corner of the Dulles airport, listening to various disembodied voices telling me that I will be getting home later than I think.

Much, much later.

Thanks to Google and their offer of free wifi in most airports, I am sitting in this little corner alternating between hitting refresh on Twitter and hitting refresh on Google Reader catching the reports of the weekend that are coming in.

I’ve been thinking about what parts of the weekend I’ll be sharing, and I am vacillating between what bits to write or writing nothing at all. Whatever I do write will have to wait until I past the worst of the blogger hug and smooch withdrawal.

The first day of it is never easy. Although, I can’t tell if the shakes are from that or from my liver trying to mend itself.