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I'm sitting here in a very large, very empty house with a sad puppy dog. We are both missing our boyfriend,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rozsdan, who was taken to the airport this morning by his sleepy, sore-throated and sad girlfriend. This girlfriend was so sleepy, sore-throated and sad that she decided to go back to the house for a couple of hours to rest up before taking to the road again for Bloomington. Unfortunately, she was distracted, missed her turn and wound up heading south toward Nashville, TN instead of east toward Prospect, KY. She cursed herself and chewed on her fingernail and cried as she tried to right her course. After a long roundabout trek, she finally arrived back in familiar territory and stopped to have a coffee and turnover at the coffeehouse. The comfy chair and 1981 National Geographic article on Voyager 1's findings restored her somewhat.
rozsdan was stuck at the airport with an horrifically delayed flight that would keep him from making his connections to China. Finally, things were worked out and now he is boarding a flight on a different airline that will take him to Detroit and then he will be flying directly to Tokyo. Yes, that's right. Detroit to Tokyo, nonstop. I do not envy my boyfriend, not one little bit. Not even his business class seat is enough to allay the sympathy pains in my tush. I do not envy him.
I do, however, miss him terribly. My lips ache for kisses, my arms for hugs, my face for that wonderful warm spot on his chest, under his chin. He will come home to me in 10 days. In those 10 days I will return to work with as much vigor as I can muster as I crunch for data, read, write, and begin teaching. I hope to keep myself busy - there's more than enough work to be done - and try not to mope.
The doggie is sleeping behind me on her bed. She'll be sad again when I leave the house, but her grandma is coming to pick her up in a few hours and she will have grandfolks and doggy playfriends to keep her company until her boyfriend/daddy (it's not so sick when you're talking about a dog) comes home.
I'm going to go roll up the big puzzle we've been working on so I can take it home. Then I'll eat the sandwich I bought at the coffee shop, and hit the road. I'm still weary-eyed, but the time grows late and the weather looks angrier by the minute. It's time to leave this house that has come to feel like a second home - only it holds none of my belongings.
Take care, all. I'll check up on your missives later.
I'm sitting here in a very large, very empty house with a sad puppy dog. We are both missing our boyfriend,
rozsdan, who was taken to the airport this morning by his sleepy, sore-throated and sad girlfriend. This girlfriend was so sleepy, sore-throated and sad that she decided to go back to the house for a couple of hours to rest up before taking to the road again for Bloomington. Unfortunately, she was distracted, missed her turn and wound up heading south toward Nashville, TN instead of east toward Prospect, KY. She cursed herself and chewed on her fingernail and cried as she tried to right her course. After a long roundabout trek, she finally arrived back in familiar territory and stopped to have a coffee and turnover at the coffeehouse. The comfy chair and 1981 National Geographic article on Voyager 1's findings restored her somewhat.rozsdan was stuck at the airport with an horrifically delayed flight that would keep him from making his connections to China. Finally, things were worked out and now he is boarding a flight on a different airline that will take him to Detroit and then he will be flying directly to Tokyo. Yes, that's right. Detroit to Tokyo, nonstop. I do not envy my boyfriend, not one little bit. Not even his business class seat is enough to allay the sympathy pains in my tush. I do not envy him.I do, however, miss him terribly. My lips ache for kisses, my arms for hugs, my face for that wonderful warm spot on his chest, under his chin. He will come home to me in 10 days. In those 10 days I will return to work with as much vigor as I can muster as I crunch for data, read, write, and begin teaching. I hope to keep myself busy - there's more than enough work to be done - and try not to mope.
The doggie is sleeping behind me on her bed. She'll be sad again when I leave the house, but her grandma is coming to pick her up in a few hours and she will have grandfolks and doggy playfriends to keep her company until her boyfriend/daddy (it's not so sick when you're talking about a dog) comes home.
I'm going to go roll up the big puzzle we've been working on so I can take it home. Then I'll eat the sandwich I bought at the coffee shop, and hit the road. I'm still weary-eyed, but the time grows late and the weather looks angrier by the minute. It's time to leave this house that has come to feel like a second home - only it holds none of my belongings.
Take care, all. I'll check up on your missives later.
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Date: January 3rd, 2004 08:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: January 3rd, 2004 08:28 am (UTC)Have a safe trip
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