Mr. Fly made a round trip to North Carolina yesterday.
I try not to think about Mr. Fly + airplanes when he is flying. Keeps me more sane {a little}. Of course, he is well aware of my paranoia {{of a plane crash}}, and is cautious with how many details he tells me about his flights.
More details=more wild imagination for me.
I'm weird like that.
So yeah, last night, Mr. Fly was flying on the leg back home, and he sends me a brief text simply stating, "strong headwinds, I will be landing around midnight". ...And I didn't second guess him {Note to self: always ask for elaboration when you receive texts that say, "I'll be home at midnight"---3 hours later than originally planned}. I figured it wasn't too serious since he didn't text me, "I love you" or something that would insinuate life/death situation... ha. The only thing I asked him when I text back was, "Do you have enough fuel?" That seemed like the most important thing to a rookie-wannabe-backseat-naive pilot like me. He said, "yes"--I am assuming if he could have inserted an emotional tone for this text, he would have chosen "annoyance". {I just thought he might want a reminder to check the fuel) ;)
Anyway. He finally arrives home at 1 a.m. to a happy wife happily sewing my newest craft project and happy to see my husband. He comes upstairs, and looking very tired he says, "Oh yeah, the other reason the flight took so long is because I kept having to re-route my flight due to multiple thunderstorms along the flight path." Hmmm, that is interesting. I sure didn't remember him mentioning thunderstorms in the earlier text.
Thunderstorms rip airplanes apart.
Enough said.
Mr. Fly coming out of the sky a couple of months ago:
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