I couldn’t go to sleep, even with melatonin, until I was so exhausted I couldn’t keep my eyes open. And I thought to myself, “It’s midnight there. He might be going to sleep.”

I tangled up the sheets so badly that they were exactly on their side. If he’s ever missing me, he can just skew the sheets.

I used his pillow as a back brace and a thing to throw my arm around, even though it is as flat as a tabletop.

But I am not really missing him. Uh uh.

He’s having a blast, I hope, in Vegas. Making that fiasco in Mexico a little more distant. Learning new stuff. Having fun. Shooting a lot. Playing poker. Winning a lot. (Okay, a girl can hope, can’t she?) Getting some great pics. Enjoying his time off.

I’m glad he’s there.