Last night, though, while lying in bed, I realized that this will be the first night we've spent apart since d-day. I don't know why that freaks me out, but it does. More than I want to admit. I know I'm a needy, dependent wife, but I'm usually fine solo. And it's very rare that he does anything just for him, so I don't begrudge him that at all. I hope he's having a good time and is able to de-stress a little. I guess I just feel a little like Linus without his blanket.
Nothing much to do except:
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