Man it’s been days and fucking days.

M. is still here, missing his Sunday departure by 10 minutes essentially. Long lines and lack of enough people behind the desk conspired against him.

This morning, when he was supposed to try leaving again now that the snow has stopped falling and has settled in two-foot drifts, there was a lack of communication from the airlines and another flight in the air without him. Three times is a charm, though, so tonight should see him off.

Lucky bastard that he is, he’ll be flying first class gratis thanks to all the mix ups.

Meanwhile, I have to get ready to join him tomorrow night. We’re like two horizon points slowly converging.

Other than that, Christmas is over and was largely uneventful angst-wise. I did miss giving out some presents that I had wanted to disperse, because digging out of a poorly plowed, one-way street with piles of snow well above my wheel wells proved more difficult than I had thought. The better part of an hour’s digging, followed by slow and painful mall traffic was workout enough for my patience, my nerves and my holiday joy.

Fucking ho, ho, ho. And, I missed out on lunch to boot.

I should be napping before the next trip to the airport this evening. From Wednesday of last week through Wednesday of this week, I will have gone to the airport five times.

Unoriginally, I fucking hate the airport and all of the traffic, construction and chaos.

At least, tomorrow night’s trip will be for me to go away from this miserable winter wonderland and M. should be comfortably settled after days of trying to get unstuck from New England.