Tomorrow, Whatshisname is leaving for Monterey California for a conference that his company is sponsoring.
I am jealous. You see, whenever my job sends me anywhere for conferences or meetings they are only as exotic as Vineland, NJ or Princeton, NJ and sometimes a library in scenic Williamstown, NJ.
Anyway, he'll be gone from Sunday through Thursday; and not to get all trite, but in the nine and a half years we've been together, I think this might be the longest we've ever been separated.
Does absence make the heart grow fonder? We shall see.
Meanwhile, my friend The Contessa has been asking me all week if he's packed yet ... It is Saturday morning and that answer is an overwhelming NO!
My sweetie loves to do things at the last minute, it's his way.
If this were me, I'd have been packed last week, the suitcase by the door and the airline tickets attached to the case with a safety pin.
Now having the bed to myself, and having some breathing space is going to be wonderful, no doubt about that; and not having someone around obsessing over whether the chain lock is on the door when we go to bed (it always is) or if the stove is turned off before we leave to go anywhere (it always is) .... all of those things will be benefits ; as well as my chance to finally straighten out the back room (his holding area for comic book and action figures) without him at my shoulder saying, "Don't move that, no leave that over there..." that will be nice as well. Oh and I can also get up nice and early, watch TV in bed with a cup of coffee without hearing, "I'm trying to sleep..."
But when all is said done, I know by Wednesday, I will be ready for him to come home.
Can't live with them, can't live without them.