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Stevie came home late Saturday night. I am so glad to have him back. And all the cool schwag he brought back, too!

Vacation, all I really wanted. Vacation, had to get away. Vacation, meant to be spent alone. And then at Lambtown. And then with the boy.

I have six days in a row off from work. Just as soon as I send this last email…

Okay, email sent. Yay!

I still have a few things to do, like some cleaning around the house and maybe fixing that closet rod… Very exciting stuff, I must say. Still, it will be my last few days at the house by myself, so you would think I would be treasuring these last little bits of solitude. I’m not. I’m ready for them to be over. It’s not as though Stevie follows me around the house tripping me up like the cat. We often are quietly together in the same room – each doing our own thing (often, we’re reading). This used to drive my sister crazy. I guess she thought that our quiet “near-time” didn’t count as “time together”. But it does. Just being in the same room as that boy feeds my soul.

Come home, baby. Come home and be near.

Just three more days…

Unlike the authors of a few blogs I’ve been following, or the dear husband, I of course did not attend CW. However, it has still been an educational experience for me, and now that it is drawing to a close, I will share this with the four people who actually read my blog.

• Six weeks is a long time. No, really. It’s a LONG time.
• Clarionites go to cool parties.
• Knitting can only pass the time for so long. I actually get more knitting done with the boy around, probably because I watch more TV with him than when I’m by myself.
• Carding wool works out that little muscle at the top of the shoulder.
• It’s all well and good to have a list of things to accomplish in the absence of your honey, but you won’t get most of them done. Examples of undone things: replace closet rod; dub movies (partially done); kitties to vet
• Using a Bosu is good for the ankles… but it does wear ya out.
• “A dream is a wish your heart makes…”
• The cats adapt pretty quickly to only having one person to afflict. Double the affliction, no waiting.
• My humor type is “The Wit”.
• It takes a few weeks to get in the rhythm of doing your own laundry after you haven’t done it for years and years.
• Nutritious meals are important for keeping depression at bay. Unfortunately, after about two weeks on my own, all I wanted to eat was chocolate and BBQ brisket.
• I can eat an astonishing amount of Riesens.
• Just because you can pick up fast food late at night, doesn’t mean you should.
• Being in love is different after 10 years, but separation is still a bitch.
• If the boy dies first, I am fucked.

That last one is no surprise to those who have known us for a long time, but for me, it was a bit of a rude awakening. I mean, I like to think that if something happens to the boy, I’ll go through an acceptable mourning period and then eventually be okay. However, based on how hard it’s been to keep me “up” knowing damn well that he’s coming home, I don’t think I’ll be okay if he’s never coming home. It’s kind of morbid, I know. Not trying to dwell on it, but it was a slight surprise to me.

Ah, ego is a difficult mistress.

I think we’re off to Karrie’s again tonight for more card-stravaganza. Poor little muscle!

I really should be asleep by now, and yet I’m just not. I’m reading the most recent assignment piece Stevie wrote up at CW first. I tend to do that these days. If he sends me something, I read it just before bed. I’m not sure why. It’s not like it takes the edge off or anything. This assignment is an exercise in flexibility, I suppose, because it’s just not as much fun as delivering pizzas to Ra.

Must sleep now… must… sleep….

I sent him a smooch:

And a care package of LoGH DVDs, though that probably won’t show up until Friday or so.

Also, Happy Birthday, Molly! Hope it was fabulous, and there’s a little present in the mail for ya!

And he’s not coming home at all now for the entire six weeks. AND he’s going to a party at the home of a famous author who I really really like. This means I’m concurrently sad and jealous, not an easy combination to pull off.

G&G have been here since Friday and they leave tomorrow morning. It’s been really great having them here, and I’ve fed them very well. <grin> They’re headed up to a wedding and I hope the trip is relatively uneventful.

Now, off to sleep. I’m wiped out!

I think I’ve convinced Stevie to do this. It’ll be good for him!