I decided to try to get to dinner at a decent time tonight, and got ready to leave. An hour later I actually grabbed my keys and couldn't find my IDs. Now, we have some cash which I could have used, but I don't like driving without my license -- probably a lot to do with growing up with a cop for a dad. Anyway, I scoured the apartment and looked in the car. I didn't bother checking my pants because the pockets are so shallow that losing my IDs has become somewhat routine when I wear them. Finally, after banging around for two hours, having checked every flat surface and every square inch of exposed floor as well as the car and garage, I finally got into the car, sat down, and figured out exactly where the IDs might fall given angle and such, and voila. Andy had called twice while I was at dinner, and when he called the third time I was ready. I asked if he minded if I tossed the pants and got a bunch from Land's End (whose pockets are really good), and he said "go for it". Until we can do so I'll just stick with the few Land's End pairs I have.
Andy comes home tomorrow! His plane lands at 19:25. Now if only I can find the directions to the airport. Actually it's blindingly easy, except I need to know which I-40 to take (east or west) and which I-25 to take (north or south). Hopefully I'll find my cheat-sheet. I have a welcome home/congratulations gift for him. I had put it in motion before Tuesday, and I can't see any reason not to give it to him. Anyone who wants to know before he gets home please e-mail me -- I can't say here because he might read it.