Logbook: Nuiqsut to Wasilla, via Barrow and Anchorage, entry 5: The kiss I did not get

I activated my phone and called Margie immediately after the wheels hit the tarmac at Ted Stevens International Airport in Anchorage. She was still at the "blue house" where she had been babysitting grandkids. She arrived to pick me up right after I secured my luggage and stepped out the door. "You won't want to kiss me," she said, "I'm coming down with a bad cold." I did want to kiss her. I very much wanted to kiss her. But I didn't want to get the cold. I didn't kiss her. I'll probably get the cold anyway. I might as well have kissed her. Life is so full of missed kisses. I hate to have missed another one.