The Madness Of Moments
Last night I had quite a late one, helping someone celebrate her birthday, and in typical 'a bit drunk' style, the things that were already bothering me were magnified out of all proportion.
The key thing among these was how much I'm missing David. So getting back to the hotel at about 1.30am, I got online and found a flight on Saturday for him to come out and join me (he's got three days off at the start of next week). I mailed him the details (I think they were more in the way of instructions, actually) and left him to it.
He called at 4am and we had the first of several conversations about whether this was a sensible thing to do. I think we both wanted to do it, but equally we both knew that it was impractical on a bunch of levels, not least of which was the short notice cat-sitting, and the fact that he's taking this time off specifically to do nothing now that he's past a particularly grim run of deadline hell. If he was doing nothing here, admittedly he'd be doing it with me which would be good for us both, but it would be a waste of a trip, which would be bad.
So common sense prevailed at about 5.30am.
And then I went back to sleep for an hour.