Hangin'

Yep.
I'm hangin' in there.
Pat's been gone less than a week and it feels like a month. The first couple days are the worst, when I pout and lay around and feel sad. Now I'm in the phase of getting to do anything I want. It sounds like that would be awesome, but it's a bit empty. True, I can eat bready things or whatever wheat-based products, but I don't currently have much of that in the house. I have noticed that I have not run the dishwasher since Pat left. I guess I don't cook much when Pat is gone, so less dishes to clean! My dogs feel his distance the most, I think. I certainly don't spend as much love on them as he does. Rowdy definitely feels neglected, but the more needy he is, the more repulsed I get. I try to give him attention, people, don't worry. I even took them to a chili-cook off today. No chili for them, but I enjoyed it! I have been working, so I haven't had as much time to pine for my husband, but I feel it when I get home. I miss him. I have also missed the camera. I have had the annual visit of the swans (who have now left), and the most exquisite sun/cloud scene. No camera. I guess it's just in the memory.
I've been watching the weather and it's been confirmed that it has been raining quite a bit where he is. I think Pat will be just fine as he always plans for inclement weather. I hope the other guys are as good. I met some folks tonight who winter in NM and knew just where the guys would be. I avoided his chili, just as a side note. My palette is way too wimpy.
I knew y'all were wondering how I was getting along, so this is the update.
Time for some jello salad. (random eating patterns a by-product of home-aloneness!)