In the morning, Neal made me coffee and fresh-squeezed orange juice.I made my own eggs, having figured my way partly around the kitchen.
We stopped to see Mom on the way to the airport. She could hardly hear me, unfortunately. She was a little stunned when I said I was heading home already. I'm not sure she realized I'd been there a few days. It's sad she was sick at the time. I hope this isn't our last visit, but recent developments make me wonder if I'll ever see her again. I will post about that later.
I gave her a hug and told her I loved her.
Then we headed to the airport, stopping at Krema Nuts on the way. I hadn't done any of my "Ohio Shopping," except for getting the kids some cheese curds from the local Giant Eagle. They don't sell them in New York. I picked up some nice things, including ground almonds for Meltaway Cookies.
I got to the airport too early and had to wait an hour and a half for my flight. There isn't much to do there, so I got myself some Combos and a protein drink.
Surprisingly, the flight wasn't filled up. No one had to take a center seat, so it was really comfortable.
I used to have a lot of time between flights, so (thinking this), I stopped and got some Chinese food. And found out the connecting flight was boarding in twenty minutes! So I just ate a little of the food and brought most of it home.
It was a rough flight through clouds. Glad it was a short one. I saw next to a nice young girl from Ronkonkoma who was actually a Southwest Airlines flight attendant. (I guess they don't call them stewardesses now.)
Mike picked me up and we got some fried chicken to bring home for dinner. I had some of the Chinese, too. Didn't really like the chicken.
Later, as I was going through my things, I found out I lost a little purse I had with money in it. It is upsetting. It wasn't in Mike's car or back at Sue's. I suppose I've made someone very happy, as there were a few 20s in it. Damn. As if I have money to throw around.
It was nice to visit, but I am always glad to be back in my own home!
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