it just seems endless. S travels pretty often, but usually just for 2-3 days. This time, days would go by and I’d look at the calendar, and there’d still be many, many more days to go. It was a very slow two weeks.

Picking him up at the airport must’ve been a joy! Now I have a Cowboy Junkies line going through my head: “Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful as a face in a crowd of people that lights up just for you?”

cuts the time chores take, even when there are more dishes, I now believe. I was astounded at the nonstop round of chores I had while he was gone, whereas right this minute I hear him emptying the dishwasher: one thing I won’t have to do later.

Being gone myself….hmmm, that’s an idea!

I guess friends must play a larger role. In addition to the extra work, I was going nuts from lack of adult contact. A friend sent me a “How are you doing while S is gone?” e-mail and I responded with a massively long reply, talking about tons of things. I think I overwhelmed her because she hasn’t yet replied. :) I just needed to communicate with someone who doesn’t chatter silliness nonstop. My brain was melting.