Some of you probably know that my boyfriend is out of town. He’s been gone since last Tuesday, and was expected home tomorrow.
Well he called me around 9 PM tonight. The flight is delayed because of the storm in NYC. He won’t be able to get on a flight until 8:55 PM **tomorrow ** night and then only maybe. So he definitely won’t be home until Monday, maybe Tuesday even.
I know a lot of you have long-distance relationships, and I’ve got it really good compared to many people. I’ve got someone that loves me. So I tried all week not to complain too much, but be cheerful about it, etc.
But I just couldn’t go any longer without sharing it.
I’m expecting a call any minute, so that puts me one up!
It’s a bitch when we are apart, but needs must when the devil drives, and the pursuit of filthy lucre takes precedent until we win the lottery. Hang in there. He’ll be back soon, and in the meantime you have US!
I had to walk to work this morning, because I couldn’t get any traction on my bicycle (If I had knobblies, I’d a been, but I’m rolling on slicks.) It’s about boot-top high on the sidewalks, so I walked on the street. 35 minutes without seeing a cab or a bus-- and the heavy stuff is supposed to start in an hour.
If his bike tires were made more like snow tires, with small “knobs” projecting outward to provide traction, he could ride in the snow, but his bike currently has a very fine tread (such as is found on the old classic “10 speeds”) that is, effectively, smooth, and he cannot ride his bike because the smooth tread will not grip the snow (as it is designed for pavement).
Damn snow.
I have no idea what this sentence means. It seems to be English, but I can’t translate it.