Another hitch

First off...how cool is this plane??!!  I want to fly on a Disney plane.  Second off... why does this plane go to Alaska and not Orlando?? 

I just got back from dropping off Brent at the airport.  Boo.  We left before the crack of dawn.  In just a few hitches we have a routine.  He gets up and gets ready to go and wakes me up just before it's time to leave.  I put coffee in a to-go cup and put my shoes on.  Previously I'd get dressed but I've learned my lesson.  This trip was simply sweatpants and hoodie - semi-presentable pajamas in case of an emergency.

I doze while he drives to the airport.  About the time we hit the tollway, I start trying to keep my eyes open and drinking my coffee so that I'll be awake when it's my turn to drive.  We stop on the departure level and I take over after we say goodbye.  It's a weird drive home.  Morning radio is kind of obnoxious.

Brinkley is always relieved to see me walk back in the door but he's got on his, "Ah, crap. Not again" face.  He sighs heavily and flops down on his bed loudly.  It's his way of protesting being stuck with me for two weeks.  I know it's only temporary.  Come bed time when he gets half of the bed to himself, he'll forget all about this morning.