I Don’t Like It

My sweet Computer Guy is on his way to Turkey this evening.  He’s up in the air somewhere over Maine at the moment on his way to Amsterdam, then on to Istanbul. (The airline has a tracker app.  I can keep track of his progress minute by minute.)

Within the hour, he’ll be over the Atlantic Ocean.  I’m not really a fan of that.  I like my loved ones to be firmly on the ground.  It’s harder to fall that way.  But in the event that they don’t listen to me and they fly anyway, I prefer there to be somewhere for them to land in case of an emergency.

It’s a charming quirk of mine.

I’m offering up a few rosaries while he’s up there, and watching the little plane move steadily across the screen.  I don’t like that he’s up there, and I miss him already, but tomorrow when he calls us on skype once he lands…boy howdy will I be happy to hear his voice.

****Updated at 7:14  –  What? 3 hours in the air and they’ve already veered off the route?That’s not inspiring a lot of confidence.  Maybe they should bring him back.