Love the ’net
Sometimes you just gotta love the ’net.
David was due to land in Madison fifteen minutes ago, but air travel being what it is, I didn’t care to assume. So I hopped onto the airline’s website, and in ten seconds, bada-bing bada-boom, I knew both his flights had arrived on time.
Assuming he made his first one—David being David, an assumption that may not be entirely wise—he should be home in ten or twenty minutes.
The porch light is on. I think Didi has been missing him.