The boy should be landing in Spain as I am typing this blog. He is off with his school choir singing in the Cathedrals in Spain. It is very exciting. They will even be singing in a Benedictine Monastery/School in Spain. He text me from Germany this morning. He has not slept of course but that is how you roll when  you are young and hanging with your friends. I cannot wait to hear the stories. We are off to Boston today to celebrate my husband’s 30th College reunion. How did we get to a 30 year reunion that quickly? We are too young for that. That is just not possible.

We are using UBER to get to the airport. I actually cannot believe we are using them. I hate the SOBs. The drivers are always lost, dazed and confused. They cause havoc on the roads in our area. They think that because they have that backwards C on their car they can just stop anywhere…..and I mean anywhere.

I hate flying so I will be partaking in a Lorazapam to calm my nerves.

I just got a text from Boy that he had landed in Spain and he is on a bus. So glad that he did well on the plane. He is like his mother for sure.

Well wish me luck. Hopefully I will blog from Boston. I know not many people read this but I find it therapeutic. My therapist gave me this article to take with me. It is about everyone being a bozo on the bus. In other words you may feel insecure and like a freak but when you go into a social situation chances are that everyone or at least most of the people in the room could be feeling the same way. I am going to make this my mantra this weekend. I am a little intimidated because this is an MIT reunion but I will imagine everyone being a Bozo.

Oh well this Bozo is on her way out of the door.

Catch you later.

Peace.