Mike left last night for Holland. Wait, I know what your initial reaction is, you’re thinking “Cool!” Yeah, no. He hates going to Holland. He is convinced that Holland hates him. He says that every time he goes there, bad things happen. The best was the time he ended up having to do a Spiderman routine on the side of a hotel a few stories above a lake.
It is so strange being home alone without him. I didn’t think it would be weird – I lived alone for many years. I’m alone during the day while working at home. But it just feels different. I had the worst time trying to get to sleep last night – I was up until after 4 am. I would have thought I would have loved having the whole bed to myself; instead it just feels empty. A piece of our lives is missing, and I think both Jason & I are feeling the effects already.
I’ll be glad when this week is over. Very glad.