All alone. Wait. The dog is here but he is sleeping. The tv is on but as usual I am paying it no mind. Inspiration for a post? All I can think about is the fact that BBBH is a thousand miles away. Literally.
I am left with memories. I took this picture ten years ago and I vividly recall exactly where and when. I love the b & w picture but I could tell you the exact color of the peignoir, the ring, the fabric on the sofa.
The longest we have been apart in the past fifteen-plus years is two days and a night. And now the second day of this separation is coming to a close, a new record for apart-ness.
But, ta-da! Only twelve more days to go. How scary is that?
5 comments:
Aw, that is very sweet that you miss her so. How come you didn't go with her?
Lin, 1)someone had to take care of the dog; 2)I hate to fly; and, 3)it's a girl time for the sisters.
Oh my - what a great photo of JoAnn - love that smile! George is off early Friday morning, I'll be missing him by Saturday night...but he'll be home late Sunday night - so...
Have faith, brother. You will survive. Probably . . .
Grace, interesting. While we are competent and can fend for ourselves it requires the "other" to make life feel right!
Chuck, I suppose I have a good chance. This too shall pass.
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