Yesterday J went out of town for work. This is going to be an every-other-week recurring event. The last time he was gone, it was for a whole week and my dad came and stayed with me. This time (and the future recurrences) are just overnight trips. So, I stayed home alone.
This is no big deal, right? Have I mentioned that I live way, way back in the middle of the woods?
Luckily, no masked murderer decided to stop in last night. The only real problem was my vivid imagination. It is so quiet at night where I live. It is the kind of quiet that makes your ears hurt.
When the morning finally came around, I realized how thrilled I was that J will be home today.
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