One
…is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do.
So Randy left yesterday for his business trip to Portland. As always happens when he travels, the first night is the easiest for not missing him. It’s kinda’ nice having the place to myself, watching what I want on TV, etc… And I notice that I can wake up in the morning with the sheets still tucked in around me and barely have to do anything to make the bed (when Randy’s there the sheets get pulled up and wrapped around all over the place). But I also find that the first night is usually the one where I have trouble at least initially falling asleep (the creepiness of being alone, etc..).
By the second night, I realize that I’m starting to miss him. Conversely, I tend to start sleeping better the longer and longer he’s away (the creepiness gradually disappears and I get used to being alone at night). It was like that when I moved into an apartment alone for the first time…the first few nights I had trouble, but in time I got used to it.
Still, I’d rather him be around. He’s still gone tonight, but returns tomorrow afternoon. I suppose I should get used to this because he’s doing quite a bit of travel over the next month (13 days in Asia, then 5 days in Virginia…all within the month of November).
At least making the bed will be easier.
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I missed you too baby!
Awww. You can come down to my place and tell me where to put my Art up? (I’m v. good at hanging stuff straight; terrible at deciding where to put stuff.)