Steve calls to check in every night, until last night. I was worried and called a couple of times. Nothing. I was up until past 2, wandering around the house, trying not to worry.

For normal people, that would have been excessive worry. But when Steve’s involved, there’s no such thing. The man’s a menace.

I nearly posted here about my worry, but I thought that would be borrowing trouble.

In any case, he called this morning, sick as the proverbial dog.

Sick and stuck in Canada. It could be a country song!