Delayed

After a lucky streak of jetting around on-time, I find myself knocked back to reality and delayed in an airport that can't manage to serve any hot food after 6pm unless it's deep-fried. "The grill's off now but the frier's on...we got fries, mozz sticks, chicken tenders...(blah blah blah fried crap and more fried crap)," I am told. I gave the grungy packaged iceberg lettuce salad 3 seconds of thought so I could say I tried and ultimately concluded that deep-fried is a healthier option since it kills germs. No guilt.

On the 2nd of 5 (FIVE) work trips this month, I'm dying for a flight-free stretch of time. It's not coming. Last week when I was gone, Brett turned down a free ticket to Game 6 of the World Series because he didn't want to figure out the baby logistics and just planned to go to Game 7. In case you don't follow baseball, Yankees won it in Game 6.

Ladies in my meetings ask, "Who watches your baby when you travel?" I rave on Brett. Then they ask, "Do you have a picture of your baby?" And I don't, because I suck (and I'm not pulling up this blog to show them).

Brett tells me when he brings D home or she wakes up in the morning and I'm not there, she walks around the apartment calling for mama and Kajee. Then she gives up and looks sad. Then she moves on. And I break a little.

This morning I got to run on the beach and saw a pack of dolphins. And I found a cool shell for our aquarium. My guilt-free-deep-fried eggplant sandwich (interestingly listed on the 'healthy fare' menu) is goooood. So, it's not all whine.