Four Days to Go... July 24, 2003 - 7:47 a.m.

I thought I'd be okay with Chris leaving. It's not like it was a big deal as he's only going to be gone for four days. I spend the weekend away from him, at my house, on occasion. And last year at this time, I spent an entire month in Florida while he remained here. Besides, he would normally be at work right now anyhow.

Yet for some reason, as soon as that door closed behind him, I was in tears.

I won't get my daily wakeup wishes. Won't get random calls from work to see how I'm doing. Won't be able to play the nightly 'What do you want for dinner' game. No sound of kiss noises sporadically from the other room. No one to heckle tv shows with. No one to tickle and laugh with. No hugs. Sad stuff, indeed.

And of course, ever present paranoia wonders if he'll be okay. Hoping he won't get into an accident or something strange happens at the convention.

I'm already wearing his hoody that still smells like his cologne. Geez. I'm such a girl.

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