So at about 10 p.m. tonight, Ken called. “Hi honey,” I said. “Have you made it to San Francisco?

“No, I had a small problem.”

Uh oh. This doesn’t bode well. When he sounds calm like that, it doesn’t mean it’s not bad.

Then he said, “The problem is, I miss you,” and went on to explain that he’s on the other side of the Grapevine, will be home a little after midnight, and changed his flights so he could come home first. (He flies out Saturday from LAX.)

My beloved’s coming home! :-)

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In other news, I’m actually writing again. The next chapter on Out of the Frying Pan, though, not A Little Night Music, because I have to consult with Sarah on the latter. It feels sooooo good to be back at it!