"Go Home & Pack Your Bags....."

Apologies for another backdated entry.. I barely missed the midnight mark! [It's actually 12:08a right now]. This is going to be short and sweet.

I found myself at work today, carrying on as usual, when I was interrupted by a phone call from Joe. It's rare enough that he calls me at work, but even moreseo that he would do that on the landline only to request me to call him back on my cell phone outside. My heart sank to my stomach, wondering what on earth had happened, what could possibly be so urgent and confidential. My natural tendency is to assume the worst and hope for the best, so as I snagged my phone and darted out the door, I was half expecting to hear that Joe's store had been blown to smitherines, his car run up a light post, or to hear nurses and hospital pages in the background once I called. That's bad, I know, but after years of training myself to be mentally prepared for any and everything, that's just how it goes. Good news, I couldn't have been more wrong. 

pink suitcase [not this one, but of
the same color!] borrowed from
meagan -- thx mucho!



Apparentlyyyyyyyyy, Joe has been in communication with my boss, along with my entire office, half the church, and our families in coordinating a trip for me to Phoenix to see Kalyn. And apparentlyyyyy, that starts TOMORROW. Holy cow!!!!!!!!!! It took me a few minutes for it to register that I had just a few short hours to comprise what I'm sure was a jumbled mess of a miscellaneous email, recapping everything that would be in need of any sort of attention for the next few days. I'm certain I was more frazzled by the crunch of time with which I was left to tie up any loose ends for four days of work I would be missing. I somehow got it all wrapped up, and within a few hours, I was in my car, calling this day the Friday of my week.

I somehow managed to get myself all packed up in time to make it to church for the Wednesday evening service before loading all my gear into the car and heading towards St. Louis. I made a pitstop downtown over by the City Museum to handle some late night banking business [yay, for the nearest Fifth Third ATM being in Missouri?!] before ensuing in a battle of wits with the sluggish updating of the GPS app on my phone. After I turned around several times in random parking lots, broke what I'm sure were a few traffic rules, I made it to the hotel, and that's where I am now. I'm calling it a night, but it won't even be that. In about 4 hours or so, I'll be up and at it, ariport bound.

See ya in Phoenix!

xo | cmd