Seven *more* days

I keep telling myself every night, "Just # more days," until my wife gets here. "Just # more days." I need a Merrin advent calendar or something. πŸ™‚

Meanwhile, things at Maison Nouveau are really taking shape. I have an air mattress, two pillows and a soccer mom chair. (You know the kind you fold into a bag? Yeah, that's my living room.) It's not as bad as it may sound, though. For example, I've yet to stub my toe on any furniture in the middle of the night.

Now the magic number is seven. FINALLY we're down to just one week, which is great – considering that I have to go back two calendar pages to get to the day I left Texas.

As you can probably tell, I miss my wife. I miss my dogs, too, of course, but I really miss my wife.

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3 thoughts on “Seven *more* days”

  1. I had this thing called the "Donut of Misery" while Seth was gone, and it was basically a countdown calendar…I can send it to you, if you'd like. It sits there and ticks down the seconds, minutes, hours…truly torture if you truly miss someone. πŸ™‚

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