Hard, hard, hard week.
Things are beyond nutzo at work.
I was stranded twice by my car this week. Once was my doing. Left some lights on and completely drained the battery. The second time I think she (yes, my car is a she -- although I wonder sometimes because she has a stick!) just flat out rebelled against my mistreatment of her.
But mostly, and it's a BIG MOSTLY, is because Sir has been away this week and we've had far less MUCH MUCH MUCH LESS opportunity to be together. I've known for a while this week was coming. Last week I was so sad as it approached. But, I had a lightning bolt thought early this week that helped me. I thought if Sir has to hear E V E R Y D A Y this week how sad I was, then I would not be doing a very good job of serving him and making him happy. So I decided quickly that having a good attitude could be a way that I serve him.
That decision helped my attitude. Immensely. But, it didn't make me miss Sir any less.
This morning, though, we had a little extra time. And we used every minute of it! Oh, it was so wonderful to be with him. Such a sweet release after a week of near abstinence. Badly needed by both parties.