I'm killing time at the airport, headed home from a work trip. Just watched a very excited family welcoming their son/fiance/brother/uncle home. They had a big banner printed, and the niece/nephew made a poster with photo, glitter glue, and little handprints. A bystander helped by taking photos that would not include the security area [no photos of that allowed]. Some other people went up and thanked the serviceman for his service. My eyes are a little damp.
So, we got a 5 a.m. phone call from our son yesterday morning, not that long before I left, saying he wanted to come over and talk right now. He lost a friend and went to the funeral this week; his neighbor's cancer came back; he also wanted to talk about losing two more people not so long ago. He's only 23. The losses were freaking him out. So was the open casket, displaying the bruises of a young woman killed in a bike accident. My heart breaks that he is struggling with so much grief, so young. And yet, my heart is full that my grown boy really cares, and that he wanted to talk about these terrible sorrows. He is a very good man.
In travel hilarity, my hotel [in an effort to accomodate all needs] featured a combination laundry room and business center in the lobby. Srsly! Finding the ice machine was kind of an ongoing treasure hunt; I kept encountering wandering guests with ice buckets, asking for clues. ["On second! Take 2 rights from the elevator!"] But it was a perfectly nice hotel, and I had a lot of fun meeting one of my "invisible internet friends," as my husband calls them.
Soon I'll be back in the mundane world, where cats rule and nobody likes doing the dishes. What's happening in your world?