I have been home, by myself, for the last four days. There's a first time for everything. Usually when Ken's gone, I've had the boys around. Even when they were smaller, I always felt safe with them around. This time it was just me. I wanted to see if I could do it. Living out here in the country, it's pretty quiet. And secluded. I made sure all the doors were locked each night. And during the day for that matter. Ken made sure that I could operate the gun proficiently enough to shoot in the vicinity of someone who was breaking in, should that happen. It didn't. And I survived. He's on his way home now. Should even be in Oregon, maybe . . . or just south of the border.
I have learned a few things about myself while he's been gone; which is really what I wanted to experience. I have learned that it's lonely without my best friend by my side. I have learned it's cold in bed without him (even though the kitty tried valiantly to take his place). I have learned that I can only watch so much Discover ID channel. I have learned I sleep a lot more when there is no one to talk to or a reason to get up for. I have learned that simply being quiet is different when there is someone to be quiet with.
Life is easier when there is someone to share it with. I have a bit more respect for those who have lost their soulmate, their best friend. It's a whole new way of life. I pray that I don't have to figure it out any too soon!
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