Okay - I am smugly eating cream out of my "runcible spoon." (See the poem above if confused ) The call went mah-velously. H was very sweet when he answered - I told him I was feeling sick and he told me I should get some sleep. He let me know his partner (BUSINESS, that is) had friends over (he hates it when the shop is loud and crowded late at night), and I said "Oh, I bet you're loving that" (sympathetic sarcasm, there) and he said "oh, yeah." Then he went downstairs to use the bathroom (so he could talk to me out of everybody's earshot) and said "I am kind of waiting for them to leave so I can unwind." I said " Yeah, I imagine you must need some real relaxation time after the long rough day you had. Will you poke me when you get home so I can have a hug?"
He kind of chuckled and said "yeah" and I said g'night, babe. And he said "sleep well, sweetie."
I did good, right? Look at me, shamelessly shmoozing for validation! Anyway - this is a really rough point in every evening for me, but I am so tired and sick tonight all I can think about is crawling into bed and dozing off (after I read some DR - I think I've read it maybe 6 times now). I think that's good, though! Love all you guys, Myrrh
One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life.