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Boe is coming home from GenCon today -- he's been gone since Wednesday morning. I didn't think I'd miss him as much as I have.
We've been married almost 4 years, and this is the longest we've been apart in that time. I thought that having time away from Boe would be a welcome relief, since all he's been talking about is Dungeons & Dragons for the past two months. (Note: I'm not against D&D. I'm a gamer too. I'm just not as obsessed about it as he is, and therefore, it's not a huge topic of conversation for me. Fabric and costuming, on the other hand, bores Boe to tears.)
Count the conversations revolving around gaming, add the prep time for both of the Living Arcanis modules he was running (10 games in all, plus the Living Arcanis Battle Interactive), including model building and other assorted projects, and I was ready to thwack him over the head with his own 3rd Edition Player's Handbook.
Well, the first couple of days were pretty nice -- I didn't have to deal with gaming, for starters, and not having the noise and idiocy of the TV going at all hours was lovely too. I even let the cats sleep on the bed with me, which was the nicest part of all. (Note: Boe hates having the cats sleep with us, since they walk around and move and lay on top of us. I find it quite comforting, since I grew up with cats and their nocturnal ramblings on portions of my anatomy.)
But over the next day or two, I found it less and less enchanting -- the silence punctuated only by Odin's sharp meeeeeow and Fagan's mrrrrr? when the food dish was empty. The emptiness of a house that normally has at least a couple of visitors at all times. Hell, I even miss asking Boe to get off the computer because dinner's ready.
I guess I was surprised how much I miss him -- I guess I had started to take him for granted, and it has really brought home to me how much I still absolutely adore Boe. I love him with everything I am, and then some.
Drive safely home, darling. I can't wait to see you again.
We've been married almost 4 years, and this is the longest we've been apart in that time. I thought that having time away from Boe would be a welcome relief, since all he's been talking about is Dungeons & Dragons for the past two months. (Note: I'm not against D&D. I'm a gamer too. I'm just not as obsessed about it as he is, and therefore, it's not a huge topic of conversation for me. Fabric and costuming, on the other hand, bores Boe to tears.)
Count the conversations revolving around gaming, add the prep time for both of the Living Arcanis modules he was running (10 games in all, plus the Living Arcanis Battle Interactive), including model building and other assorted projects, and I was ready to thwack him over the head with his own 3rd Edition Player's Handbook.
Well, the first couple of days were pretty nice -- I didn't have to deal with gaming, for starters, and not having the noise and idiocy of the TV going at all hours was lovely too. I even let the cats sleep on the bed with me, which was the nicest part of all. (Note: Boe hates having the cats sleep with us, since they walk around and move and lay on top of us. I find it quite comforting, since I grew up with cats and their nocturnal ramblings on portions of my anatomy.)
But over the next day or two, I found it less and less enchanting -- the silence punctuated only by Odin's sharp meeeeeow and Fagan's mrrrrr? when the food dish was empty. The emptiness of a house that normally has at least a couple of visitors at all times. Hell, I even miss asking Boe to get off the computer because dinner's ready.
I guess I was surprised how much I miss him -- I guess I had started to take him for granted, and it has really brought home to me how much I still absolutely adore Boe. I love him with everything I am, and then some.
Drive safely home, darling. I can't wait to see you again.
