Day: November 1, 2004

From today's Sinfest

Actually managed to sleep ok, but I think that's just because I was so tired last night. I changed the sheets on the bed – not by choice, but rather by obligation – so my pillows smell of bounce rather than of Katy. Sucks. Weird random moment: waking up in the middle of the night at the usual time Katy went to the bathroom…

Boris seems to be looking for Katy. Normally, first thing he did when he was let into the room was to jump on the bed and attack her feet. Now, he's just mewling around my legs and he hasn't even jumped on the bed. He just kind of went to her side of it, stood up on his hind paws, sniffed around and looked at me funny.

I was feeling mopey right now, until I looked up above my monitor and saw Parsley, and that made me feel better :)

Sara and I drove Katy to the airport. Even though we spent a looooong time waiting in line, it didn't seem long enough, and then Katy was behind the gate doors and my eyes got suspiciously moist. Sara kept us laughing as long as she could while we were waiting, to the expense of a few new bruises on her body, but I still had a heavy heart.

As I'm writing this, Katy is probably taxiing to the take-off runway on her way back home. Me? I'm at my sister's place, fixing her computer (the usual :P), and watching the Gala de l'Adisq. I didn't feel like being alone right just now… I can only imagine what Katy is going through. I know I was happy to have Sara during the drive to my sister's place. I hope she's going to be ok *sends good thoughts her way*. I know the happy-face tissue she left me was put to good use.

I have no idea what's going to happen when I get home tonight. For the past month, I've been happier than I've ever been. It dawned on my a few times during the day that she wouldn't be there tomorrow when I got home. Wouldn't be a warm presence next to me when I went to sleep. I wouldn't be able to meet her for lunch, and talk about what she was going to do that day, or what we were going to make for dinner. When I get home tonight, the apartment will be empty – the cat doesn't really count. I don't know how I'm going to handle that, to be perfectly honest.

I know that I'm going to see her in 7 weeks, and that I'll probably be so busy with work and odd projects here and there that time will just seem to fly by. Tonight though, will be rough. I miss her already. I love her. At least she left me her lion :)