On my own

As I write this, Dave is on the road to Baltimore, in preparation for attending a funeral tomorrow morning.  For various reasons - including a treadmill repair-man appointment, shopping plans with my mother, and no caretaker for the dog - I am staying home.  As is always the case with funerals, there was almost no notice and so now I suddenly find myself with a Friday night at home, by myself.  And I'm surprisingly ok with that.

Our lives have fallen into a relatively peaceful and yet sometimes dull routine.  We work, we come home, I cook, he washes dishes, I read, he goes on his computer and then at 8 p.m. we convene for a 1 hour work-out session before preparing for bed.   But tonight, I don't have to cook if I don't want to do, so I'm contemplating a big old spinach salad with croutons and nothing more.  One dish and one fork to wash.  Done and done.  Then I might go on the treadmill.  Or I might not.  I may make a mojito and veg out and catch up on the 5 DVR'd episodes of SYTYCD (So You Think You Can Dance, for those not in the "know").

The point is, I can do whatever I want.  The routine is by the wayside.  And although I will miss Dave, I'm probably going to see him tomorrow night, so it's not like I'm going to wallow in my sadness.  Instead I'm going to enjoy the peace and quiet and spend my evening with me, myself and this guy:

The other "man" in my life.


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