A text from The Mister this morning: I haven’t hugged you in a week.  London is hollow without you.  

The Mister becomes incredibly poetic when we are apart.  It’s one of the reasons that I don’t mind his traveling so much. We actually become closer when he is away.

Last night, I caught the last 45 minutes of The Time Traveler’s Wife.  I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.  I’m looking forward to watching the entire movie with my love by my side, holding my hand.  It’s the best way to watch and sob through movies.

Feeling a bit disjointed today in my thoughts.  It might be due to feeling like my butt has gotten kicked in teaching these past couple of days.  I just don’t feel like I’m on top of my game.  Maybe I should just have a nap.  I’d love a cup of sweet tea but that’s not in the cards for me yet.

4 more sleeps until The Mister comes home.

5 more sleeps until the official end of my cleanse.