Bob is gone on the annual company fishing trip up on Mille Lacs and won’t be home until tomorrow.
From the day I moved in with him, we have not spent one single night apart. Tonight is the first time in over four years that I will be sleeping alone.
I kind of don’t know what to do with myself.
After Bob left this afternoon, I started laundry and then started the unnecessarily daunting task of working on the mess in the living room. The storage bins that my mom delivered from my closet at my parents’ house have been sitting in my living room since…October? (DON’T JUDGE ME.) Today I started going through them. I think I succeeded in making a bigger mess, but I did fill a garbage bag with stuff including about 10 years worth of old calendars. I also filled a gallon-size ziplock bag with writing utensils I have no intention of keeping.
I found an album full of pictures from Mike’s wedding. I should see if he wants copies.
To burn.
I also found this poster rolled up in a bin. (With some Backstreet Boys and NSYNC posters.)
Granted I was born with dysplastic hips…but where the hell did this poster come from? I have absolutely no memory of ever seeing this thing before. It went the way of the boy band posters, into the garbage.
And then I think I interrupted something…
And then right in the middle of completely losing the living room floor, I started getting a migraine. I downed a handful of Aleve and then had some dinner, which seemed to take the edge off, but I took a hit to my productivity for awhile.
I watched three seasons of Red Vs Blue while I dug through bins. I thought I’d get in more seasons, but I had to quit with the mess for the night and laying in bed sounded much more appealing. I suppose I could watch more on my laptop…
Friday we took my ring and earrings in for their six-month cleaning and they found a loose stone in my ring. They had to send it out for repair. I won’t get it back for two weeks. My hand is naked and I am very sad without my ring. Something is missing and it’s driving me crazy.
Eeyore is also very sad about my ring being in the shop. He wears it everyday while I get dressed after a shower. He tried on my temporary replacement, but it’s just not the same for either of us.
I dug out my cheap ring collection for a temporary replacement. I decided on my Eeyore ring. It’s too loose so apparently my fingers have not gotten as fat as I thought. But it’s a ring I can fidget with until I get my wedding ring back.
Eeyore is wearing himself. It’s like he’s trying to create some sort of rift in the natural balance of the world.
Or he’s just incredibly vain.
He can be kind of an ass.
(You see what I did there?)
Laundry is half done. The living room is still a mess…just in different order. Maybe tomorrow I’ll actually get my kitchen cleaned up. I don’t know what time Bob will be home, but I will be very happy to see him when he gets here.
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