A good reminder

We get so set in our daily routine that when it's changed, it feels odd. Like tonight-I have the whole house to myself and I don't really like it. Mr. F is on a quick biz trip-just an overnighter, and not that far away-but it might as well be Timbuktu for all I know, because that's what it feels like. When he's not here, the only place I can fall asleep is on that couch, right where he's usually stretched out.

It's ten till midnight. Wish I was the least bit sleepy. I'll go sit in the back yard and listen to the night time sounds for a bit, then make some tea. That ought to do it.