Mama, I’m Coming Home

Really.

I promise.

We’re done; my customers are on their way to JFK, and I will soon leave here and head to EWR, where I get the fun of squaring up my ticketing with the counter agents [after having run the gantlet of TSA] and then cooling my heels waiting for a 3:05p.m. flight … to Houston, and then home to Huntsville. Things are hopping at work, and I need to be home so I don’t get behind. I hate the feeling of being behind, of not treading water.

Oi.

Home soon.