I’m not a widow of course. Seventeen years and counting as of today. He’s perfectly fine, I hope, in Vegas. I say I hope because when he called he was kind of out of it. I hope he didn’t get too sunburned on the dry salt lake without any sunscreen on. I’d meant to give him some, remind him to take it with him, but I didn’t. Hopefully he sounded so foggy because he was hungry. Low blood sugar will do that to you.
He’s a good husband. I like him a lot. And I miss him.
What have I been doing since he left? School. Getting the house ready for the sleepover. Taking the kids to Chuy’s. Going to the art festival. I spent maybe fifteen minutes there. Working on E’s Chemistry paper.
He’s writing on fusion and cold fusion. The paper is now ten pages long. It’s probably long enough, but it needs an introductory and closing paragraph. Then he needs to work on the bibliography. His teacher wanted graphs or something scientific in it and I’m not sure what he’s done so far is sufficient. That’s a bit of a problem. He needs all the points to make up for that horrid D on the last test. Plus, we don’t know what he made on the midterm. So we worked on that for over an hour.
Then I took the boys to D’s house to play Hero Systems. I went to the grocery store. I went to pick up an old friend who’s showing at the art festival and we went out to dinner at a Chinese place. Then I picked the boys up from D’s place, came home, watched TV, read two books…
Now I’m thinking that I really don’t want to teach Bible class in the morning. I haven’t even looked at the lesson and I don’t want to either. I am not looking forward to church in the morning. I don’t really know why. It’s strange. I really enjoy church. Even when it’s not great. I need to get over it, get the lesson ready, and go. Well, go to sleep, get up in the morning, get dressed, and then go. Midnight’s probably not a likely time to show up at church.
I hope he’s having fun. I’m doing all right. It’s been a more full and interesting two days than I expected.