We left my mother’s house at 2:00 p.m to drive the hubby to Logan Airport in Boston, MA. The president of his company; his direct boss, told him on Friday afternoon that he was leaving for Algeria Sunday night. This came as a surprise, not the destination but the timing, it seemed so soon after being hired. So he was a little nervous about the flight, the usual reasons; getting to the airport on time, what to bring, what clothes to bring and finally being in a foreign country that is surrounded by countries that have gone through turmoil and unrest. Honestly, I’m a little nervous about where he is going and I am going to miss him for the ten days he will be gone. It’s late and I’ll be writing more about it tomorrow.