Please make it stop snowing in Chicago so I can get on a plane to take me to see my husband tonight. Thanks.
I'm heading for California this evening (hopefully). Last night, the undergrad in the lab pronounced me "lucky." To which I said:
"Yes, I'm incredibly lucky that my husband lives in California while I live in Chicago."
He hadn't really considered it like that before. Still, it's better than my husband living in Nova Scotia while I live in Chicago, I suppose.
I've gotten so used to these trips, they barely phase me anymore. I haven't even packed yet because I know I can do so in about 15 to 20 minutes. It helps that I don't have to pack toiletries.