Going Dark

In one of my earliest posts, I promised to keep the writing in this forum - among other things - positive. Seemed like a good idea at the time. Really did.

Really Feeling the Space This Week

Hubsy and I are six and a half years into the "commuting phase" of our marriage. Literally, from Monday to Friday, we phone it in. Most weeks, he's working on Cape Cod, and I'm here in Alexandria spoiling the cat. Some weeks fly; others limp along. But this week, he's in Guam too many miles, roaming charges, and time zones away. Since we aren't proficient with Skype, I don't know when I'll hear his voice again, and I'm shocked at how deeply this shakes me up after just a few days.

Ah, but we'll always have email.

This is what leaked out of my pen this morning:

So, once Monday marches from GottaRunDay to FinallyDoneDay,
Then Tuesday whines from FightofftheBluesDay to ChooseNotToLoseDay,
On Wednesday, ItDependsDay, ICanPhoneAFriendsDay, or PushMyPensDay.
Thursday seeps in as Blursday, but runs into Getting’HersDay
But HeavySighDay, Friday, Don’tWannaDieDay, Really GottaFlyDay,
To pick up my love who only ever arrives at departures.

So far, I'm calling it "A Weakness for Poetry".

Hubsy is getting a webcam for his birthday - whether he wants one or not. He doesn't read this blog, so sshhhhhhh! Ok?