When I stepped back into the office after grabbing some lunch/snacks from downstairs, J told me I'd just missed my boss's call and he'd asked that I call him back; so I did.

After he picked up and I announced who I am, I asked if he'd wanted something; he said, "No, I just want to tell you the plane landed safely; I'm back."

And he went on to say how he'd planned to drop by the office but fell asleep with that thought, that his mind had been a little addled by the dry air in Milan - all the while I replied with monosyllabic yes/no-type answers.

I really can't be the P.A. he wants - would like - me to be ...

=(