When hubby was in grad school, he'd be out of town at least one weekend per month for class. Occasionally he'd be out of the country for a week or so on one of their field-trips-on-steroids. It's a bit of a double-edged sword. On one hand, I love him, I like having him around, I like traveling with him and tend to get a little jacked when he goes "somewhere fun" without me. I sleep better when he's home.
On the other hand? Boy, is it nice to have the house to myself for a few days!
Tonight's agenda: after work, run to the store for a nice bottle of vino, some good cheese, baguette and chocolate. ("girl food")A leisurely walk along the river. No tv, but rather plugging in the iPod and finishing the three different books that I've started.
Tomorrow is a bit of a wash: work during the day, a performance in the evening and then a reception at my boss' house after the performance. These days are the longest, as it'll be well after midnight that we're done. But it's the first performance of the season, and I'm really looking forward to it and to hanging out with the artists. Even though I'm not singing much these days, I do love the opportunity to hang with the folks who are. (I could digress into a whole different post on this idea, and maybe sometime I will.)
Sunday hubby comes home: away just long enough for me get some Rahree time, and to miss him. Perfetto.
(update: did not make it to the river, but the other pieces of my evening have fallen into place nicely. Am in my jammies at an embarrassingly early hour, and an on the net just long enough to do some leisurely blog reading before grabbing my book. As I said before, perfetto.)