You can take the man out of the mountains...but then you gotta trim him up a little.

Well, I checked the flight status...more than once. But not obsessively. It wasn't the fancy plane-on-a-map kind of flight status, after all. All it ever said was "Scheduled Arrival 1:30p.m." and "Expected Arrival 1:55 p.m." and there's only so many times a girl can refresh a thing like that. At work.

So, he got in at 1:55 and I got there a few minutes before he came wheeling the suitcase out of the customs area, blinking in the tropical sunlight and putting his fedora on my head.

First thing he did* when we got settled was ask me to give him a beard cut. The man whose beard has been described as "epic" (yup, I was there) and has not been without facial hair since he first started growing any, put his trademark beard in my hands for thinning, shaping and general tidying. Which, we both agree, ended well:

In addition to the barbering, we got most of the basics set up today - the router works fine, so both computers are online now, and he's got a fridge and a bed. A computer desk is next up, but there's time.

* Okay, no. Totally not the first thing.