We still may be getting a visit but he won't know until tomorrow (when he wakes up and sees how he feels). I was rather blase in my response--since it seemed/seems rather up in the air and I don't really want to get my hopes up or change my plans (ok my plans all involve work but still). The most amazing part of the entire exchange was that he got insulted I wasn't acting more excited.
It is an exceedingly delicate balance with grown (or almost grown) children--like dancing on the head of a pin.
I told him I would love a visit from him (which of course is an understatement) and that seemed to satisfy. We'll see what happens.
On rereading this post I realize that there isn't another man in the world I would allow to treat me this way. I did once and that was with...oh right...his father.