The last few weeks, my busyness level has ranged between hopping and frantic. Preparing for a business trip, then the trip itself. Then the aftermath, concurrent with getting ready for an epic flight to visit Jaime, leaving in a couple of days. And now I have a cold because of course.
I’m looking forward to seeing Jaime, but I’ve too busy anxiously putting out fires at work to be aware of the anticipation. Occasionally I get a stab of anxiety when I remember some key time-sensitive travel task, like ordering currency (picked up today!). And now that those work fires are out (well, reduced to smouldering embers to impatiently await my return or handed over to be someone else’s problem), then I can devote my entire brain to being anxious about packing and otherwise preparing for travel. Hooray! *eyeroll*
I’ve not seen much of Wolf lately. His workload has been heavier than we hoped, so even though he’s close enough to come home on weekends, he hasn’t had the time. He did come back two weeks ago for a change of scenery and a proper shower, but mostly so he could drive me to the airport. The airport that’s a 10-minute drive from our house. That’s devotion, folks.
I’ve not heard much from him either as when he’s stressed he goes into extreme hermit mode and doesn’t have a lot to say anyway. So when we talk, I natter on about whatever trivia is happening for me, and he listens. There’s a distance. Fortunately, the term is over soon and he’ll be returning home around the time I get back from my trip.
I miss Wolf and would much rather that he was here, but even so, there’s a certain comfortableness about being on my own the way I was a few years ago when he was overseas. The devil you know, that’s part of it. But also, being an introvert myself, I don’t mind the solitude. And I have discovered that, for a variety of reasons, I’m not good at knowing what I want — in most areas of my life — so having the mental and emotional silence allows me to listen for my own tiny voice.
As of early this afternoon, Wolf is back in town so we get some time together (coughing and sneezing because we’re both sick now) before he drives me to the airport, once again.
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