Leo’s gone. Four days this time. We’re doing just fine without him, but it doesn’t mean I like it. I miss him. I miss sharing life with him and I miss that he’s near the ocean and we are not.
A small piece of me may find great satisfaction in the knowledge that he’s in meetings all day and that his boss’ ( a life long family friend ) idea of fun is playing tennis until 9pm and then getting in just in time to watch Golden Girls.
That and the other two guys he’s hanging with this week are 70+.
I’ll be counting down the days until I can smooch his fuzzy face. Bear with me guys. It’s gonna be a long four days.