Bob's Angry Rants

Anne spent the weekend in L.A. attending a gathering of her grad school class. This meant that I was left to my own devices for 2 days and 2 nights. This has certainly been the most time that Anne and I have been apart since we got married, and I probably the most since we moved in together.

Let me tell you, it was weird.

I had thought that it might be nice to have some time to myself. You know, so I could lie around all day, half-dressed, skip a shower or two. Good times. But it didn't work out that way at all. First of all, not bathing isn't as fun as I remember it being from the days of my youth. I didn't shower on Saturday, but then on Sunday morning I felt really grimy and greasy. Also, I think that my tolerance for doing nothing is going down. At least when I'm by myself. I can sit on the couch next to Anne all day reading books and watching TV and not feel too bored, but by myself, it is a different story.

So I ended up spending most of my time cleaning and cooking. And maybe a little video game playing. It was a thrill a minute, let me tell you. But even those tasks weren't as fun without Anne. Without her feedback, I just didn't really feel into it.

There is a definite difference between being home by myself when I know that Anne will back later that day and being by myself and knowing that she won't be back for a couple days. I'm not sure that I can name or define exactly what the difference is but is very palpable. I'm often home by myself, because my office is so much closer to our apartment than Anne's is. But just knowing that, not only was she not there, but she wasn't going to be there really made me uneasy.

I could not believe how quiet it was without her around. Especially at night. I couldn't fall asleep just because everything felt a little bit off.

Thank goodness she's coming back today. I can't wait to show her how clean the apartment is and make her taste my cooking.