Bye bye, Mikey
Well, these last few days were a fun break from my usual schedule. When Mike is in town I spend a lot less time in front of my computer, bored out of my skull and sweltering in the summer heat, and a lot more time out of doors, having fun and sweltering in the summer heat. And getting sunburned. You can’t forget the sunburn. I also tend to meet and hang out with more people when he’s around–Mike is much more gregarious and extroverted than I am, and he definitely gets me out of my shell, at least temporarily.
When it was time for him to go I wasn’t ready. I knew he would be taking off today, but I hadn’t been anticipating it or even thinking about it at all. It was a shock to suddenly realize, “Oops, gotta say goodbye, gotta get in one last farewell kiss, gotta wave as he drives away” . . . but I’m not sure it would have been better if I had been expecting it. I think it would have intruded on that last grocery run (I bought yogurt and milk; he got camping-trip snacks), or on that last lunch (he had peanut butter on white bread, I had half of a Wendy’s Frescata sandwich; we both had Yoplait cups).
So here I am again, back in front of my computer, bored out of my skull and sweltering. But I only have eight more weeks of this before I see him again in August. No time at all.
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