Woke up at 3:45 with a nightmare. Unable to get back to sleep. Crappy dream.
So I was on set for the new movie and interviewing a celeb that I can't tell you about and my cell rang. It was hubby and he was being sent to Iraq. In 24 hours. And I couldn't get there to see him before he left. Notice was too short. He was going. Without me. And even though I know it's not true, I felt like he left without him knowing that I really love him. I know he knows. But it was the idea of him leaving and me not being there. And gee...for some reason, couldn't get back to sleep.
I'm guessing this is probably stemming from the fact that Friday and Monday were spent getting his 'status' straight. His paperwork's all filled out. His gear's stowed. And now he could be called at any moment of the day with 24 hours notice and be gone. Think that's stressing me a bit? *sigh*
He's my pressure release switch on life. He's my breath. There is no part of me that's complete without him. Period.
And there's your happy thought for today.