Thursday, August 9, 1984

I got up at 5:30AM, and spent the first hour drinking coffee, trying to wake up. I ate breakfast and dressed after my ex-beau left at 7:00AM. He came back to pick me up at 8:00AM and drove me to the airport. He gave me $10.00, told me to buy myself a couple of beers in St. Louis, put my luggage inside the airport at the appropriate airline, said "Goodbye!", and left. Short, sweet and to the point. It had been a long silent ride to the airport. I think I detected the sound of a sniffle, but I said nothing.

The airport was cold and my fingers and toes started tingling, but the airplane was warm, and I warmed up after boarding the plane.

The first half of the flight was fine, but the last half was quite bumpy, and I wished many times that I hadn't eaten breakfast.

The flight from St. Louis to my area was in a twin propeller plant. I figured if anything went wrong, they wouldn't have too many problems landing that little booger, which isn't possible with a Boeing 727.

Greg and Teresa met me at the airport, because Steve was still mowing the yard, and wanted to have the yard done when I got home.

My male dog was mad at me for leaving him, and took about five minutes before he would have anything to do with me, and then he wouldn't leave me alone. He had lost weight, but he will be alright since I'm home.