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It’s been a week since Chris left, and I don’t miss him as intensely as I did the last time he was gone for two weeks. It just isn’t as quiet here, and he just doesn’t have the time to miss me back, so I don’t think about it much. Last Spring, he went home and stayed with his family after he had surgery. It was a much different trip. This time, he’s working. A lot. And I have a dog to take care of, to walk and to let out in the middle of the night when the cats go psycho.

I miss him, but honestly there are some things I’m enjoying. Like turning the air down so I don’t have to walk around the house in a sweater in August. That’s just wrong. I like to be warm in the summer. Now I can sleep naked, and walk around the house in just my underwear and not have to worry about what’s jiggling, or making him excited when I really don’t feel like getting into all that. It’s nice to lounge around, take a nap when I want to, watch MTV if I want to. I thought I would be more lonely, but Dex sleeps right next to me and I fall asleep easily every night.

I’m not sure what day he’s coming back, I’m sure I will be excited to see him. I’m sure after another week without him, I’ll start to feel that ache that I felt before. I’ll start to think I’ll go crazy without him. I’m just not at that point yet. He’s away, busy at work without much time to think of me. I’ve been busy too, and I think of him, but I refrain from mushy texts because I don’t want to bother him with that. There is nothing we can do about the distance, except.. enjoy it? I wonder if there are things he is enjoying about being alone. Sleeping without having to worry about snoring, watching whatever he wants, non-stop porn, or that damn fishing show.

I just hope he stays safe, and comes home on time. I will need him back at some point.