Bearddamnheroes travels for work, and normally I’m ok with it. I don’t mind having the house to myself for a bit, gives me time to watch stupid shows he doesn’t like, eat cereal for dinner, and blast and sing along to terrible music. But this time... this time he’s heading to the other side of the world, and he’ll be away for three weeks. Three. That’s too many. And he’ll be in the middle of nowhere. And the last time he traveled to the middle of nowhere, he got some freak flu or something and had a 103 fever with no medical support anywhere nearby (he managed to recover quickly with just some rest, fluids, and tylenol).
And of course, he is a procrastinator like me, so we were running around all day yesterday getting him ready (including a pretty good med kit), and then there were some stressful texts from him at the airport where things weren’t going right. He’s finally on his way now. And I thought once he was safely on his way, this knot in the pit of my stomach would go away, but no dice. I’ve been marathoning Once Upon a Time and crying at things that I shouldn’t be crying at. Also listening to Alanis Morissette, which also is making me cry. I should probably do some schoolwork, or clean up the residual mess from the packing whirlwind, but I don’t see that happening.
What say you, CLT? What should I do with all this newfound alone time?
ETA: For anyone checking back in on this post: He arrived safely and things are going well. He has good internet connectivity at the moment, so that’s good news and I’m resting a bit easier knowing that and having heard from him. He’ll be going elsewhere in a week or so and we’ll see if he still has a good internet connection then to occasionally check in.