Fabian is officially sitting on an airplane right now, somewhere over Europe or the Atlantic ocean.
Unfortunately he arrives on a later flight than originally planned, so he'll get here at 7:40 pm.
That's 12 hours and 40 minutes away.
I'm so anxious. I just want the day to be over. But first I have to give a speech, then listen to four more hours of speeches... then I have to wait still like half of the day. Good thing I have cleaning to keep me busy, at least for a little while. And some friends are coming over, so that'll help.
I keep telling myself that by the end of the day, he'll be here. And it just doesn't seem real to me.
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