I tried to call him a bit ago. No answer. So I left voice mail.
I’m not going to hold my breath here. If I don’t hear from him in a couple of hours, I WILL be thinking that the trip is OFF. I’m okay with it either way at this point.
Starting to think he is like the biscuits Mom used to make.
Flakey. But not necessarily in a good way.
A lot depends on when he calls back. And what his tune is when he does. I’m ready to start trying to make some sense of the clothes (and gear) I need or want to take. Takes a bit of kit to be me, dammit!