08 December 2013


Sitting on the couch with Kitty watching the American Dad spoof of Breaking Bad. Just in case you're Ashley and you need to get a mental picture of what I'm doing before continuing on.

It's been 11 days since Chris came home for ever.
11 days of vacation. I do not want to go back to work tomorrow AT ALL.

We've enjoyed sleeping late, hanging out, breaking in the fireplace, and generally relaxing. We got Christmas decorations up, and Chris has been taking the opportunity to unpack more of his stuff that's still in boxes.
In general, a laid-back vacation.

This past weekend we went to CS to help celebrate MIL's birthday. After dinner, we played Cards Against Humanity. It was especially hysterical when we all saved our nastiest cards for when it was grandpa's turn. Then, we spent the night in the Elephant themed guesthouse. I mean, really.

Tonight, I'm alone in our house once again. I keep thinking about how every other time before this, it's been because he has boarded a plane.

This time, I kissed him goodbye and got in my car and drove home while he headed out to go hunting with a buddy. This time, his shampoo is still in the shower, his stocking is hung over the fireplace, his pillow is still on his side of the bed. He's not going to go away like that, anymore.

It still has not completely sunk in for either of us, probably because we've been on vacation and we haven't developed our regular daily groove yet.

It's still so strange to think that the life I wondered about 4 years ago is actually here, and all that impossible in-between time has actually been lived.

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