It's rather nice to realize that roughly a zillion years into my marriage, I still miss my husband when he's not around. Don't get me wrong - I need solitude, and if we spend too much time together it makes me a bit crazy. He's been working seven day weeks, though, the better part of this past month. He leaves early and comes home late. I try to have light, healthy dinners waiting for him, but failing that he has a PB&J and a scotch and goes to bed, only to get up early the next morning and do it all over again.
Tonight I'm on my own once again, and I tried to make the most of it. I took a lovely bath to soak my terrible skin. I made potato leek soup and sourdough garlic croutons (I do not say this lightly, but OM NOM NOM!!!). I watched a bit of one of the Futurama movies and I read a bit of Starclimber. Someone once told me I was ever so Kate DeVries. Would that were so; snogging Matt Cruse = complete win.