Missing him

Dammit.  For a few, lovely hours, we thought that Angus was going to be able to come home this weekend.  Now it appears that it won’t be until next Wednesday at the earliest.  He and his colleague have to put together a quote/purchase order for another job next year, and to do so they have to figure out exactly how much cable, how many junction boxes, how many little damn cable clips, they are going to need.

It makes me very sad.