The string of successive nights is broken. I'm all alone tonight.
I had a professional meeting tonight. H initially said he'd come over anyway and see me afterwards, which surprised me. He called today to say he ought to get some things done at his apartment instead, which made more sense anyway. I said it was okay, but I'll admit to y'all that I was a little disappointed at the time. As I expected I got over it.
I actually enjoy being alone, probably moreso than most people, but it still takes a little acclimating. As usual, fifteen minutes of housekeeping helped reenergize me. I'm sitting here right now enjoying the silence of the room, the peace of my own thoughts and the anticipation of having the bed to myself.
Don't get me wrong. I do miss him, and I enjoy talking with him, and I like sleeping next to him. I just like this too.
H and I talked a couple of times on the phone this evening. The last convo was nice. We're busily planning our dinner for tomorrow.
He has a tendency to be overly ambitious with his time, so I was worried when he offered to pick up a couple of grocery items. I was trying to tell him that I had a busy day tomorrow, but should be free between 2 and 3 if he needed me to go to the store instead. We didn't raise voices or get sharp with one another, but he did keep interupting me to say that he would take care of it. Finally, I managed to communicate that I agreed to him being the one go to the store, but I wanted him to know my availability "in case something came up" that he needed me to take care of. He let me finish. So now we're in agreement and contingency plans have been discussed -- without the use of raised voices or accusations. That is way better than old-R.
