Home, sweet ????

Just woke up.

2 pm.

Oh goodness.

I like my bed,

but it is strange,

because I left all of my usual covers at school.

So I am using an old sleeping bag as a coverlet.

And I don't have rolly pig.

All that is fine.

For three weeks.

I'm reading the blog

and feeling blessed

as always

by the difference between

all of us

and our gifts

I am also reading the blog

and laughing

laughing at the difference

between my traveling stories

and Mr. Bornman's

The nutshell:

Sat between

not a man, not a boy

Mr. In-Between

and

as typical as a middle aged woman can be

excuse me for being

stereotypical

Mr. In-between

hoodie

sneakers

jeans

mildly attractive

but very engrossed in

electronics

never looks up

at me

at anyone

his eyes only hit

the window

his computer

his hands

always his hands

until he sleeps

and if he ever woke up

he pretended not to

Woman

she ripped the

crossword puzzles

out of about seven issues

of People magazine

and did them all

with surprising speed and skill

right there on the short flight

frustrated when they made her

put up the tray table

but continuing even so.

With a pen.

Probably her special crossword pen.

Or maybe not.

I am always

impressed

when people do crosswords with pens.

So final.

Maybe this is because I suck at crosswords.

I require a pencil.

I definitely require a pencil

Woman:

After she finished her crosswords

proud

maybe

and sighed

twice

"Ginger Ale, no ice"

No please.

No thank you

Got a blue

Nintendo DS out of her bag

I was curious.

Was she going to play

something like Pokemon

or Sims,

things I used to use my

DS for?

She played scrabble.

I read Skymall.

Twice.

And TOOK A NAP (!)

For a few minutes.

It was a

self-consious nap.

Found this.

And cracked up.

Quietly.

LOOK AT THAT PUNK!

Train romanticism.

Plane cynicism.

Now home.

I miss you all.

But three weeks is good.

Long

but good.