So Richard is in India this week on the India Trek sponsored by the University of Chicago. He left Saturday after completing his finals for fall term Thursday, so there we were throwing things in a suitcase at 2 am Fri night/Sat morning. I basically haven't seen him for three weeks- as he crammed for finals and got things lined up for the India Trek (he was the co-chair), and it was only after he left that I realized I a) had no idea where he was staying or how to contact him in an emergency b) had not packed any clothing in his carry-on and c) had no idea when he was returning. Whoops. I managed to get ahold of him briefly Monday night online and got a rough itinerary and contact information for the hotel he was staying in. I also found out when he was getting home, and that the airlines had lost his luggage. Lessons learned? Carry-ons were invented for a reason.
So here I am home all week by myself, and you'd think I'd get up to some fantastic adventures, but instead I'm just moping around in my pajamas all day. I realized about 4 pm today that I had actually not spoken yet in the day. THAT was a freaky realization. No wonder talking to yourself is the crazy-person's idiosyncrasy of preference. Going outside is really not that great of an idea, since we got 6 inches of snow the Sunday morning after Richard left. As I was shoveling my way through the drift that held my front door closed with a broom (don' t know where we keep the shovel) and chipping away at the ice on my windshield (didn't know where we keep the scraper) I realized how spoiled I've become since my marriage.
The snowstorm was followed by a lovely little ice-storm three days later, so as you might agree, the incentives to leave the house (when you work from home) have not been that great. I did wind up braving the weather for a belated birthday lunch with friends, and a much proscrastinated trip to the post office to mail Christmas packages. In that same trip I picked up Christmas shipments from the mall and the UPS Customer Center, which was definitely NOT easy to locate in the dark and the beginnings of an ice storm. Let's just say some illegal left turns, illegal parking lot exiting/entrance-ing, illegal u-turns, running of red lights, and driving the wrong way down a divided highway were involved in the retrieval of my mom's Christmas present. Good thing my parents would now know how to reach Richard for funeral arrangements.
I also managed to lose my cell phone-but since I decline to brave the outdoors it's putting a crimp in my search for it. I didn't think I'd miss Richard that much, since I haven't really talked to him for a few weeks now as he's been in the throes of a new job (same company) and some intense classes. However, it's surprising how much bonding can happen while snoring happily away together in the same bed. Since he's left, I've spent the evenings procrastinating going to bed by myself (yes, I know, I am SUCH a baby) by watching the first season of the Big Bang Theory, and laughing myself sick. Or maybe that was the entire box of chocolate cherry cordials I consumed in one setting. Oh dear, Richard better get home quick. Only 52 more hours to go!
