A Night Away
I'm out and about tonight. Not in a social sense (although, that too), but in a "not at home" sense. It's kinda making me crazy. I've never really been one that gets tied to staying somewhere, be it Cleveland, the house I was in during middle and high school, the dorms, even the Burdick house wasn't about staying there as the people and stuff to do. I've always liked staying in hotels, even for a week at a time. Until, that is, recently.
I don't know if it's part of being in a near-marriage, or if it's just that I'm completely co-dependant (after looking it up it doesn't seem quite accurate... but, whatever... I'm tired and not willing to find a more appropriate term. Bite me), but I just don't like going to bed without her next to me. It's just not comfortable. Is it possible that this is love? Could it be that I have simply grown accustom to her rolling on top of me while we sleep, stealing the covers and pushing me over so that I can only occupy 2 feet of horizontal space on the bed? ... ... ... you know... now that I write all that out, it doesn't seem nearly as nice as I meant it... heh...
Seriously though, I do miss it, and will miss it tonight. Mostly, however, I miss the few minutes that we get every night we're together to make fun of the dog, chat for a few about whatever happens to be on my mind (tonight it was Iron Man and the full-on geek-chubby I have for that movie right now), and maybe a little full-on cuddle time (yes. I cuddle. What's it to you?) Fortunately I got the chat time, which I was honestly getting a little antsy about. Which is very atypical for me. Usually I'm the master of cool... ... or at least apathy, and I don't get worked up about shit to bad, but I was getting all sorts of anxious about not getting to talk to her. I guess it's a good thing that we're going to be married, eh?
And apropos of nothing, here are five cats that look like Wilford Brimly.
-Jon