Packers lost. Me too. H laid down on the couch, I worked on computer stuff a while longer, then laid on the floor in front of the heater. Heard H snoring, just a few minutes left of the game, I went to bed and watched them lose and heard H up and moving about as soon as I was out of the room. Can't help but feel like he was avoiding me, but I'm also sure he was tired from the extra burden of things while I was gone last week in addition to the early mornings for hunting all weekend. This morning he looked like crapola, I wonder if I should have told him that, and mentioned if he wanted to sleep in a real bed he was welcome in ours.

Which brings me to this line of thinking. Thanksgiving Eve is a big anniversary event for us. It is the start of what H refers to as 'the best month of our relationship'. He had taken a month off of his job and came to spend it with me. We lived 1700 miles apart during the time we were 'dating' with only ocassional physical visits. We spent the month without a care in the world except for each other, we were our priority, every minute was the best. We have mentioned this month on and off, and we both know that life can't always be that way. BUT - do I mention it? do I dare suggust that we try and spend the next month just like we did all those years ago? Recreate some those feelings, or at least try? I just can't help but feel like I am missing some big 'thing' that I can use to melt my H, and let him start feeling again. Is this a chance?

I did forward H an email from my mom reminding everone about Thanksgiving Dinner at noon. He didn't acknowledge, but I didn't expect it.

Live your life while you are still living.
Riding the trail less traveled.