I didn't sleep last night (I've gotten used to having Amy around) so I was a total wreck this morning. I stayed in bed late trying to sleep but it was no use. I ended up spending almost the entire day on a computer. I've filled up my dive log book and had decided to design my own - so it's just what I want. It took forever, but at the end I got it close to perfect.
While on the computer I got email from Stacy letting me know that she is flying in tonight. (We're going to spend the next month doing the dive master class somewhere on the Sinai) So I went back to the hotel and arranged a taxi for tonight.
After dinner, back at the hotel, I started stitching the pages I'd printed together to make my new dive log. Just after midnight I jumped in a taxi to head for the airport. The taxi driver was the same guy who took me to go pick up Amy. Ironically the same thing that happened when I went to pick up Amy happened again - the plane was three hours late! Same taxi driver to AP - and again the plane was nearly three hours late. After a lot of waiting, just as I was really starting to worry, Stacy walked through the arrivals door. By the time we made it back to the hotel it was four. Then we stayed up late talking. After last night's lack of sleep I better be able to sleep tonight (or what little is left of it!) About half an hour after we got back to the hotel my phone rang - which was very strange as the only people I've given the number to are Stacy (who was sitting across the room from me) and Amy (who wouldn't call at this hour!) It was my friend Jason. It was very surreal. He'd gotten my number out of my journal - I'd forgotten that I'd put it in there. Jason and I rowed together in university and we only talk about once a year so it was a nice surprise.
