Sigh...

You would think that after seeing my wife almost everyday for eight years that I wouldn't miss her if she left for a few weeks. However, it's been less then a day (she's still on the plane) since she left for Bangladesh and I miss her already. Going home after work to an empty house (nothing personal gatos) seems decidedly creepy. Marriage has wrecked my life I tell you; I'm not the bachelor I used to be, sitting on a beach chair in an empty apartment watching a tv that sat on the floor. Now I'm ... dependent.

We said our farewells this morning, with Tempest's misty eyed, head to the side embrace. You don't know what you have until it's gone (at least temporarily).