Feeling a bit morose today. I’m really missing Husband.
I’m trying to focus on the positive. The place doesn’t smell of engine oil or burnt metal. Pens don’t mysteriously disappear when my back is turned. The bathroom sink is a bristle-free zone. And I’m still enjoying the ‘me’ time, my own space to do what I want when I want, play with my Yin and Yang, tickle my inner child, watch ‘Stargate’ with the sidelight on, let my imagination run wild and free, cook lentils and Thai food, cycle everywhere.
It’s just that I wish Husband were here to share it, is all.
And I kind of miss the smell of engine oil