Every time Joe goes out of town I get all excited about having a bunch of me-time but after the first day I’m already over it. No different this time around. He left early Thursday morning and came back super late Saturday night. His mom is, for all intents and purposes, dying. Her cancer is worse than they originally thought and there’s not much that can be done. Joe found cheap flights online and figured he’d visit for a few days since we have no idea how long his mom has. It didn’t make sense for me to tag along since we still don’t have a trusted dog-sitter and that’s way too much flight-induced anxiety for me to handle in a three-day period.
I didn’t do much but catch up on some YouTube videos and enjoy two nights of uninterrupted slumber. Seriously, I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night once which was glorious. I totally understand why older married couples end up sleeping in separate beds, sometimes even different rooms.
That being said, it was lonely without Joe. Also, I really don’t like being alone in the house after dark. I don’t mind it at all during the day but once it gets dark outside I feel uncomfortable. I think I’ve watched too many true crime shows or something but I get all paranoid thinking some predator is watching the house and is going to attack me once he realizes I’m by myself.
Anyway, Sunday I dragged Joe out to run errands just to get out of the house since other than taking Wookie for a walk Saturday afternoon I hadn’t left the house since Thursday.