Unfortunately, that makes me Yoko

I bought a present on the way to take Cas to the airport today.  I stopped at Half Price Books and picked up a faux-leather covered journal.  I thought it would be good for him to write in a book of some kind to help him hang on to the memories and moments from his trip.  He is traveling with his dad.  I figured there will come a time when he will be very glad he wrote things down.  I guess I am just kind of a sentimental sap.  That's pretty much the same reason I started writing a blog again.  I wanted to document my own travels this summer.  I am also going on a trip with my dad soon, then one alone to see Jeff, and I kind of wanted it all down somewhere.  I didn't mean to actually start writing the day-to-day story of my dating life, but this whole endeavor so far has been nothing short of my own Ballad of John and Yoko.  I guess I would like that thought more if it didn't make me Yoko.  

But today should signal a shift for a little bit.  I have a week of actual work.  That means I will have to get out of bed and be somewhere acting like an adult by eight for five mornings in a row.  It may be a shock to the system.  After that, it's time to pack a bag.  

In fact, that is what Cas was finishing up when I arrived at his place today.  He certainly has his own method.  Everything he needed appeared to be laid out on his dining room table, then the game of suitcase Tetris began.  I pretty much sat on his couch and tried to remain very small.  I offered to either help or sit still and stay out of the way.  He diplomatically let me know that I should keep out of it.  When he got everything together, we weren't exactly on schedule.  The original plan had been to stop for lunch, but he decided it was best for him to make clearing airport security a priority.  Probably the better move.  I went and had lunch with mom, and he ate something at DFW.  

Several hours later, he let me know he was in Philadelphia, and everything seemed to be on schedule.  It was iffy for a bit; there's a tropical storm that put the whole itinerary up in the air, but it appears his flights were unaffected.  If everything went to plan, he is in the air this very minute.  I hope it's going well, and I hope he has a blast.  I also hope the airline reunites him with his oh-so-carefully packed bag when he arrives.  See you in two weeks, Cas; have a great time!