Mother of the Child and I are off shortly to take Lisa Costello to the airport. She’s flying to Maryland today, to avoid a weekday flight next week, and because we had to plan her trip before we knew my confirmed dates. She’ll pick me up at the airport next Tuesday and take me straight to NIH. I shall miss her effervescent company this weekend, but I understand she’ll be visiting with old friends tomorrow, so perhaps constructive distractions will be in play.
Still, I wish we were flying together.