So, a little bit of a whimper more than a bang in the end. I just got back from driving M. to the airport. We checked him in and hung and had coffee together. Then we waited in the long security check line to the gates. As he got to the front, of course, he was pulled aside for the boots off, spread eagle metal detecting, backpack open close inspection. Was it racial profiling, or what my frequent flying brother told me–since they have to fully search somebody, if there aren’t any terrorists around they pick the person who looks like he won’t be a dick about it.

The consequence for us was a very rushed hug and kiss while the impatient security guard stared us down.

Au revoir.

By myself in the car home, I had that weird, face-full headache feeling right before you start to cry. I didn’t cry though. I might now. I’m not sure why. As he told me again and again, he’ll be back.

I need a nap.