Inner Monologue: Uhhh, Mike?
Me: Aww, crap, somehow I knew you’d show up. What do you want?
Inner Monologue: Have you seen the news today?
Me: The planes? The plot? The thwarting?
Inner Monologue: Yup. Planes. Plot. Thwarting.
Me: And?
Inner Monologue: AND. Aren’t you nervous?
Me: I dunno. Not really?
Inner Monologue: No? Not at all.
Me: More apprehensive really, it’s not like we’re flying overseas or anything.
Inner Monologue: But still.
Me: Nahh, but nothing. It’s a little flight from Baltimore to Saint Louis. Hardly a high-priority target. Besides, they caught the guys.
Inner Monologue: Says you. You hope they caught all the guys.
Me: Yeah, I do. I’m more worried about the mundane stuff.
Inner Monologue: Such as?
Me: How much longer to check in. How long security will take. What, if anything to carry on.
Inner Monologue: Knowing you, your only carry on will be your latest uber-nerdy historical fiction paperback. What is it this time? Dark Age Britain? American Civil War?
Me: Roman Legions in the First Century.
Inner Monologue: Nerd.
Me: True. My main point of concern right now is with the Sister and her family.
Inner Monologue: Denmark?
Me: Exactly. They come back on Sunday. I can’t imagine that’s going to be a fun trip.
Inner Monologue: And travelling with an 8-month old will only lower the stress level, right?
Me: Riiiight. I know they’ll be fine, but I know they will set foot on their plane in full are-we-there-yet mode.
Inner Monologue: So, to sum up…
Me: Not nervous. Just Apprehensive.
Inner Monologue: Because…?
Me: All of a sudden there  are a few more question marks than there were yesterday.
Inner Monologue: Good times.
Me: Something like that.