Sent Mark a text that he has mail here and the stuff downstairs. I thought he'd suggest coming Sat cuz he doesn't work then. Instead he called within seconds to ask if he can get the mail early tomorrow a.m. Lucky for me early to him is 10. I've got 10 hours to clean the house, or at least the upper decks. And look fresh and smashing. I'll do a face mask while I clean. That may make up for the lack of sleep. I'm excited. Get to see my boy, if only for a moment. Fake it til you make it? K. I'm calm. I'm happy. I have everything under conrol. I'm relaxed. I'm very happy. I'm in charge. I'm cool. I'm fun. Life is easy. - This is my mantra for the next few hours while I transform the living quaters. Michelle, where are you? I could use you already. I feel like a kid on xmas eve. Ridiculous for a grown woman, I know. If anyone stops by with advice or encouragement, I'll be grateful. Well actually I'll be too busy to check in for it. But the thoughts are nice. I will not throw my arms around him. I will not tell him how terribly much I miss my every day buddy. I will not mention the L word. I will not complain or explain what problems I'm having. I will be funny if given a 1/2 a chance. He likes my smile best of any woman's smile, so I'll flash him some of that. Should I tell him I haven't been laid since Jan. 24th, (the day I told him I got the cat?) JUST KIDDING! TTYL
