Last night was awesome
I was thinking about going down to the Jazz Fest last night, partly to see the act playing, but really more to see Fuzzy. But then he calls me and tells me I have a choice: I can come see Pucho and the Latin Soul Brothers, or I can spend a nice evening at home with him. Like that's even a choice. I can't even remember the last time we got to spend a nice evening at home together. It was probably just a few weeks ago, but it seems like forever. So he came home and we watched a movie, and had dinner together (also a novelty at this point), and it was just really nice. I've missed him for the last few weeks. He leaves before I even get up, we don't eat dinner together, often he comes home after I'm in bed... It sucks. I'm not blaming him or anything, and I know he doesn't like it any more than I do. But I'm awfully glad it's almost over. I'm just not entirely sure how I feel about the possibility of going through this every year. But then, I don't think he is either. I guess we'll see.