Waiting for the Taxi

Dear Diary,

Henry and I are waiting for the taxi to whisk us (I hope) to Logan Airport for my flight to DC this morning. Morning traffic is always an issue. It is raining but I hope it won’t delay things. Henry isn’t bothered by such things. He is having a lovely conversation with this sculpture although he is a bit perplexed that she is not responding. Silence, I told him, is the language of the wise.