I put Sweetie on a bus today. From there, he'll go on a plane and another plan, then a train. Eventually, he will end up in Austria... for nine days. Now before, you start bashing him for being a heel and leaving me behind, you should know that he's going skiing with his uncle. They are expert skiers and I am a beginner. The sort of beginner that feels pretty certain she could face plant in the snow at any time. Sweetie gets stuck skiing with me and Pipsqueak most of the time; he works hard and he deserves to let it rip with the experts.
But I'll miss him. He's been gone four hours, and I already miss him. It's nice in a way... I probably take his company and companionship for granted, but with him gone, I'll appreciate him more. We've been married over 10 years, but he still makes me laugh every day, I love his warm feet against my cold ones in bed every night, and I love being near him, even if we're sitting on the sofa clicking away on our laptops.
When he goes away (which isn't often), I always get the urge to change something while he's gone. I'd love to paint a room or remodel the closet, but I'd get way in over my head, and things might look worse instead of better. I'm going to try to clean out a few neglected areas before he gets back. I've got a few ideas for something a little bigger, but we'll see what happens.
In blog news, Liz at Quilted Turtle has inspired me with her yellow photos this week. For the next six blog-days, I'm going to feature photos from each color of the rainbow. I'll start tomorrow with blue.