A Void

Boy, I hadn't realized how co-dependent I have become until now. Mr. Daybyday has been out of town for a few days and I feel like the husband who is lost without his wife there to take care of him.

The first day, after dropping him off and returning home I was like a housecat that makes it out the front door and then freezes in place on the front porch - amazed at the possibilities and simultaneously shocked at being outside. This is usually when the cat's human companion scoops them up and brings them back inside to restore order in the universe. But I had no human companion to scoop me up. So I just sat on the floor with our two feline companions instead.

Then I went sort of manic and did a bunch of housework and organizing. I even did some crafty/photo album stuff that I've been meaning to do. Then I felt this really strange rumbling in my stomach and realized that it was about 4 hours after when Mr. Daybyday would have made dinner for us - if he had been there, which he wasn't. So I quickly went to make something to eat. I was an independent woman before meeting Mr. D, and cooked for myself all the time - but Mr. D has a passion (and talent) for cooking, so he is the head chef in our home, and I guess I've gotten quite used to my role as just a sous chef. Needless to say, my lone vegetarian chik'n burger looked pretty pathetic being cooked on its own.

In the following days I've missed just about every regular meal time and only really noticed it was time to eat once my stomach started making noises. I'm a little angry with myself for not being more on the ball.

What's worse than the meal-mishaps, however, is that I've been completely preoccupied since I woke up the second day from a very erotic dream. Now I've got sex on the brain almost non-stop, and it's very frustrating. I'm a pro-active kind of girl, and I've tried to take care of this distraction, but it only goes into hiding for a little while. I think I must be ovulating or something.

Well anyway I've got some of my old grad school friends coming into town soon so I'll have some people to keep me company until Mr. D returns. And they'll probably help to keep me on a regular eating schedule too.

I wonder if this is what Mr. D feels like when I leave him to go to conferences? He probably eats better. Gosh I miss him.