The cotton candy clouds, beyond the wing, beyond the window, beyond the striking girl with the canary yellow hair, were all beyond me this morning. I had almost missed my flight, after two hours of sleep, after an hour of packing, after 30 minutes of My Crowned Jewels, after she got me off from 8 hours in the future, after she called in sick to work. She knows how to make me happy, and she does.
I frantically fell asleep this morning and awoke the same. I was forty seven minutes later than I would have liked to be when I finally heard the familiar Doogie Howser M.D. theme song, my alarm. Becoming conscious in such an arresting way made the insecurity of airport security a formidable opponent to my general optimism. No matter where I tried to look the time was blinding. It was, without a doubt, the brightest thing in my field of vision in any direction. I swung my legs off of the couch and stumbled sleepily across the carpeted garage floor grabbing a towel before the doorknob. It was too early for the sun, it was too early for me.
I knew I needed to wake My Old Friend up to take him up on the ride he had promised. I showered with little courtesy for the serenity of the house, so as to wake him up without making him feel like it was on purpose. We didn't mention this on the ride out, but I think it was appreciated. I was up and out the door in 15 minutes. I was at the airport a half an hour after that. I was pulling away from the gate 30 minutes after that. I was writing these words in my head just after we broke the cloud layer. I'm on my way back east for a wedding, and for myself.
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