Love is him

I came home with a Raynaud's Syndrome flare-up and unbearably itchy skin on my hands, wanting to cry from pain. I was greeted by a happy husband. A husband who had made me hot rooibos tea, in a teapot shaped like a blue dragon, with real Chinese tea cups. Who had draped an electric blanket over my chair at the table in front of my laptop. Who had turned my laptop on for me. Who treated me to an appetizer of hummus on soft ripped up tortilla shells. Who taught me how to make salmon croquettes for dinner. Who had made a luscious and fluffy chocolate cake last night.

A husband who will be leaving me for three weeks.

Should I be jealous of Santa Rosa, California?
He will be driving to California, starting on Monday. Twelve to sixteen hours a day for four days, before he reaches his destination: The United States Particle Accelerator School. A specialty class, taught twice a year, on how to operate a super collider.
Those who know my husband may be asking, "And they're letting Adam set that up? Are they insane? We won't let him make a black hole because we're afraid he actually could, and they're going to let him play with particle accelerators and gain knowledge of how to work them?"
Because once he sets up, he'll be free to do what he wants, essentially being on call for the week and half that the class will be running.

He'll be home on the 29th or 30th. He's already bought groceries for me, given me his paycheck to pay February's mortgage, and stuff for while he's away (each of his checks has enough money for a month's rent plus a bunch more), and made sure I'll be set for three weeks. We'll go errand shopping together over the weekend.
I'll be feeding the fish and watering the plants for him. Jason can help me take the trash out on Sunday and Wednesday nights. If I need it, Charlotte or Billy can drive me to stores to buy things that I wouldn't be able to carry on a bus.
This isn't the first time Adam has been away for three weeks, and it won't be the last. It won't make it easier, because it's always hard when he leaves the state, even for a couple of days. But I have ways and means for myself.

I'll just keep on making hot rooibos tea. *smiles*

Love is him

I came home with a Raynaud's Syndrome flare-up and unbearably itchy skin on my hands, wanting to cry from pain. I was greeted by a happy husband. A husband who had made me hot rooibos tea, in a teapot shaped like a blue dragon, with real Chinese tea cups. Who had draped an electric blanket over my chair at the table in front of my laptop. Who had turned my laptop on for me. Who treated me to an appetizer of hummus on soft ripped up tortilla shells. Who taught me how to make salmon croquettes for dinner. Who had made a luscious and fluffy chocolate cake last night.

A husband who will be leaving me for three weeks.

Should I be jealous of Santa Rosa, California?
He will be driving to California, starting on Monday. Twelve to sixteen hours a day for four days, before he reaches his destination: The United States Particle Accelerator School. A specialty class, taught twice a year, on how to operate a super collider.
Those who know my husband may be asking, "And they're letting Adam set that up? Are they insane? We won't let him make a black hole because we're afraid he actually could, and they're going to let him play with particle accelerators and gain knowledge of how to work them?"
Because once he sets up, he'll be free to do what he wants, essentially being on call for the week and half that the class will be running.

He'll be home on the 29th or 30th. He's already bought groceries for me, given me his paycheck to pay February's mortgage, and stuff for while he's away (each of his checks has enough money for a month's rent plus a bunch more), and made sure I'll be set for three weeks. We'll go errand shopping together over the weekend.
I'll be feeding the fish and watering the plants for him. Jason can help me take the trash out on Sunday and Wednesday nights. If I need it, Charlotte or Billy can drive me to stores to buy things that I wouldn't be able to carry on a bus.
This isn't the first time Adam has been away for three weeks, and it won't be the last. It won't make it easier, because it's always hard when he leaves the state, even for a couple of days. But I have ways and means for myself.

I'll just keep on making hot rooibos tea. *smiles*

Love is him

I came home with a Raynaud's Syndrome flare-up and unbearably itchy skin on my hands, wanting to cry from pain. I was greeted by a happy husband. A husband who had made me hot rooibos tea, in a teapot shaped like a blue dragon, with real Chinese tea cups. Who had draped an electric blanket over my chair at the table in front of my laptop. Who had turned my laptop on for me. Who treated me to an appetizer of hummus on soft ripped up tortilla shells. Who taught me how to make salmon croquettes for dinner. Who had made a luscious and fluffy chocolate cake last night.

A husband who will be leaving me for three weeks.

Should I be jealous of Santa Rosa, California?
He will be driving to California, starting on Monday. Twelve to sixteen hours a day for four days, before he reaches his destination: The United States Particle Accelerator School. A specialty class, taught twice a year, on how to operate a super collider.
Those who know my husband may be asking, "And they're letting Adam set that up? Are they insane? We won't let him make a black hole because we're afraid he actually could, and they're going to let him play with particle accelerators and gain knowledge of how to work them?"
Because once he sets up, he'll be free to do what he wants, essentially being on call for the week and half that the class will be running.

He'll be home on the 29th or 30th. He's already bought groceries for me, given me his paycheck to pay February's mortgage, and stuff for while he's away (each of his checks has enough money for a month's rent plus a bunch more), and made sure I'll be set for three weeks. We'll go errand shopping together over the weekend.
I'll be feeding the fish and watering the plants for him. Jason can help me take the trash out on Sunday and Wednesday nights. If I need it, Charlotte or Billy can drive me to stores to buy things that I wouldn't be able to carry on a bus.
This isn't the first time Adam has been away for three weeks, and it won't be the last. It won't make it easier, because it's always hard when he leaves the state, even for a couple of days. But I have ways and means for myself.

I'll just keep on making hot rooibos tea. *smiles*