I’m coming back in twelve days, so I shouldn’t be such a big baby about this.
Sir’s in the shower right now, getting ready for work. I’m eating breakfast before I have to go catch my flight.
It always happens that just as we are falling into a routine, one of us has to go. It’s a little tiring. I’m so excited that the next few times I see him, it will be for three weeks and then for the better part of a summer.
But, the time in between is always so rough.