Out of the house.
This may be silly, but Howard is out of the house for an evening and I’m feeling lonely. I’ve gotten so used to him being here 24/7 that when he’s gone somewhere for more than an hour or two I have to quell impulses to call relatives long distance so that I have someone to talk to. This does not bode well for when he actually goes on a trip and is gone for days. I’ve forgotten how to manage without him around. I’m not complaining. This is a problem I longed for less than a year ago. I’m just babbling into my journal because my Howard is gone for the evening.