Joe called an hour ago then the connection was dropped. I was in the dark and saying “hello” to no one in particular. I called him back. He said “hello” but with a question in his voice. “Didn’t you just call me? I asked. “I Skype phoned you” Joe replied. “Well it didn’t work” I stated unnecessarily. I heard all sorts of background noise and assumed he was calling me from the plane. “We missed our flight home” delivering this line in a tired voice. “I’m asleep … call me back later” I requested. We disconnect and my eyes flew open. Missed the flight! Well, I’m wide awake now!
After a quick dash (if you call shuffling my bare feet across the carpet a dash) I washed my face and hands and then went to the iMac. I pressed any key and the screen sprang to light. Very bright! I Skyped him back and as he came into view I demanded info. Traffic jam on the road from Luxembourg Film Festival, where they played the last venue, to Paris. Traffic jam? I looked at my clock and it is 4:24 a.m. … what traffic jam? Then I remember it’s 10:34 a.m. there. Oh … it sinks in. Papa is delayed. He says, “I don’t know when I’ll get home”. He’ll call me later.
Now I have to Esplain’ to the kitties but they’re not gonna be happy. We’ve been counting down the days till Papa comes home. Going back to bed. Safe journey!