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?