Dreamawake

I am surprised how awake I am. I didn't get much sleep last night. Adam and I said good night to Kat, and went upstairs and watched Family Guy and Futurama. And, while I whimpered in good-natured protest, Aqua Teen Hunger Force. We fell asleep curled around each other like kittens. I woke up at five-thirty, forty minutes before the alarm. The house felt so silent. Kat was gone; she'd mentioned staying up because she would be leaving this evening with her husband when his flight came into BWI and she didn't want to sleep. I assumed she had gone to 7/11 for a Slurpee. She loves Slurpees. So, because I was somewhat awake, I called her cell phone. She was indeed on her way back from S'leven. She also had my keys, to get in and out while waiting for her husband, and I wanted to make sure she still had them safe.
I went back to bed, dreamlike, and when the alarm went off I decided to reset it so I could catch the next bus, and lay down cuddled with Adam. I was incredibly unexpectedly emotional -- this would be the first out-of-state job trip lasting more than two days that he'd be doing as a married man. I guess I felt more protective, uncertain, that I suddenly had so much more to lose if something happened to him. I knew the edges of panic attack when I felt them. So I took some inositol and calmed down instantly. Gods, I love that little vitamin.
Kat will meet me after work, and I will help her finish packing and get Piewacket the kitty ready, so she can leave for BWI tonight. I only hope things work out all right between her and Brian. If not, then I hope she is only stronger from the experience.
In any case, I will miss my husband until Sunday morning. So will Tuesday. She knew he was leaving; last night she was climbing all over him, purring loudly, rubbing against his face and collapsing on his chest and generally not leaving him alone. It's very sweet. But I think she knows he'll be back soon. I think she was just telling him, safe trip, good luck. I believe cats are good luck, after all.

Dreamawake

I am surprised how awake I am. I didn't get much sleep last night. Adam and I said good night to Kat, and went upstairs and watched Family Guy and Futurama. And, while I whimpered in good-natured protest, Aqua Teen Hunger Force. We fell asleep curled around each other like kittens. I woke up at five-thirty, forty minutes before the alarm. The house felt so silent. Kat was gone; she'd mentioned staying up because she would be leaving this evening with her husband when his flight came into BWI and she didn't want to sleep. I assumed she had gone to 7/11 for a Slurpee. She loves Slurpees. So, because I was somewhat awake, I called her cell phone. She was indeed on her way back from S'leven. She also had my keys, to get in and out while waiting for her husband, and I wanted to make sure she still had them safe.
I went back to bed, dreamlike, and when the alarm went off I decided to reset it so I could catch the next bus, and lay down cuddled with Adam. I was incredibly unexpectedly emotional -- this would be the first out-of-state job trip lasting more than two days that he'd be doing as a married man. I guess I felt more protective, uncertain, that I suddenly had so much more to lose if something happened to him. I knew the edges of panic attack when I felt them. So I took some inositol and calmed down instantly. Gods, I love that little vitamin.
Kat will meet me after work, and I will help her finish packing and get Piewacket the kitty ready, so she can leave for BWI tonight. I only hope things work out all right between her and Brian. If not, then I hope she is only stronger from the experience.
In any case, I will miss my husband until Sunday morning. So will Tuesday. She knew he was leaving; last night she was climbing all over him, purring loudly, rubbing against his face and collapsing on his chest and generally not leaving him alone. It's very sweet. But I think she knows he'll be back soon. I think she was just telling him, safe trip, good luck. I believe cats are good luck, after all.

Dreamawake

I am surprised how awake I am. I didn't get much sleep last night. Adam and I said good night to Kat, and went upstairs and watched Family Guy and Futurama. And, while I whimpered in good-natured protest, Aqua Teen Hunger Force. We fell asleep curled around each other like kittens. I woke up at five-thirty, forty minutes before the alarm. The house felt so silent. Kat was gone; she'd mentioned staying up because she would be leaving this evening with her husband when his flight came into BWI and she didn't want to sleep. I assumed she had gone to 7/11 for a Slurpee. She loves Slurpees. So, because I was somewhat awake, I called her cell phone. She was indeed on her way back from S'leven. She also had my keys, to get in and out while waiting for her husband, and I wanted to make sure she still had them safe.
I went back to bed, dreamlike, and when the alarm went off I decided to reset it so I could catch the next bus, and lay down cuddled with Adam. I was incredibly unexpectedly emotional -- this would be the first out-of-state job trip lasting more than two days that he'd be doing as a married man. I guess I felt more protective, uncertain, that I suddenly had so much more to lose if something happened to him. I knew the edges of panic attack when I felt them. So I took some inositol and calmed down instantly. Gods, I love that little vitamin.
Kat will meet me after work, and I will help her finish packing and get Piewacket the kitty ready, so she can leave for BWI tonight. I only hope things work out all right between her and Brian. If not, then I hope she is only stronger from the experience.
In any case, I will miss my husband until Sunday morning. So will Tuesday. She knew he was leaving; last night she was climbing all over him, purring loudly, rubbing against his face and collapsing on his chest and generally not leaving him alone. It's very sweet. But I think she knows he'll be back soon. I think she was just telling him, safe trip, good luck. I believe cats are good luck, after all.

A Sorta Fairytale With You...?

Adam is safely in Vegas. He misses me and loves me. He left scribbles on the bedroom mirror; roses and "I Love You" scrawled in white marker. Tuesday has been asking for him, singing in her odd little way. She chirps as she meows and purrs.

Kat came to get me from the metro station, and Brian was in the car with her. They packed tonight and are on their way to New Mexico. They are... okay. Working things out. They haven't seen each other in a year. There were misunderstandings. Brian did lie about many things. He was faithful, but neglectful. His phone was damaged and he couldn't get online very often. But he still had not made any attempts to contact her until a few days ago. Kat is still deeply, deeply hurt. But she loves him. He is not sure if he loves her now, but then, he has not seen her in so long. He may just need time and closeness with her. They did make love and make up before I saw them, and while we were running errands, they cuddled and whispered. But they also argued. Kat is angry. I can only hope that this cross-country drive will be good for the marriage.

Kat told me that if they'd had a real wedding and not just a courthouse thing, they would have danced to The Killers' "Everything Will Be All Right". I think that song fits them. I love The Killers. I need to get that CD. Kat played it all the time in the car.

I'm very tired; I will fall asleep soon and dream of the magic of the Las Vegas gods.

A Sorta Fairytale With You...?

Adam is safely in Vegas. He misses me and loves me. He left scribbles on the bedroom mirror; roses and "I Love You" scrawled in white marker. Tuesday has been asking for him, singing in her odd little way. She chirps as she meows and purrs.

Kat came to get me from the metro station, and Brian was in the car with her. They packed tonight and are on their way to New Mexico. They are... okay. Working things out. They haven't seen each other in a year. There were misunderstandings. Brian did lie about many things. He was faithful, but neglectful. His phone was damaged and he couldn't get online very often. But he still had not made any attempts to contact her until a few days ago. Kat is still deeply, deeply hurt. But she loves him. He is not sure if he loves her now, but then, he has not seen her in so long. He may just need time and closeness with her. They did make love and make up before I saw them, and while we were running errands, they cuddled and whispered. But they also argued. Kat is angry. I can only hope that this cross-country drive will be good for the marriage.

Kat told me that if they'd had a real wedding and not just a courthouse thing, they would have danced to The Killers' "Everything Will Be All Right". I think that song fits them. I love The Killers. I need to get that CD. Kat played it all the time in the car.

I'm very tired; I will fall asleep soon and dream of the magic of the Las Vegas gods.

A Sorta Fairytale With You...?

Adam is safely in Vegas. He misses me and loves me. He left scribbles on the bedroom mirror; roses and "I Love You" scrawled in white marker. Tuesday has been asking for him, singing in her odd little way. She chirps as she meows and purrs.

Kat came to get me from the metro station, and Brian was in the car with her. They packed tonight and are on their way to New Mexico. They are... okay. Working things out. They haven't seen each other in a year. There were misunderstandings. Brian did lie about many things. He was faithful, but neglectful. His phone was damaged and he couldn't get online very often. But he still had not made any attempts to contact her until a few days ago. Kat is still deeply, deeply hurt. But she loves him. He is not sure if he loves her now, but then, he has not seen her in so long. He may just need time and closeness with her. They did make love and make up before I saw them, and while we were running errands, they cuddled and whispered. But they also argued. Kat is angry. I can only hope that this cross-country drive will be good for the marriage.

Kat told me that if they'd had a real wedding and not just a courthouse thing, they would have danced to The Killers' "Everything Will Be All Right". I think that song fits them. I love The Killers. I need to get that CD. Kat played it all the time in the car.

I'm very tired; I will fall asleep soon and dream of the magic of the Las Vegas gods.