Last Night

Just watched Clerks II and strangely feel as if I’ve grown up a little bit by watching it. But I loved it.

And this is the last night without The Wife. She got on her plane hours ago (or so goes the theory) and should be enduring the most horrific part of the flight, crossing the Pacific. If she’s very lucky, she’ll manage to get some sleep, something I was unable to do.

I’m looking forward to this, since, in a clear sign of my weakness and co-dependency, it feels really, really, really weird without her around. Now as along as I remember to bring that hat, scarf, pair of gloves and coat to the airport, she might just survive the trip across the frozen arctic wastes of the Pearson International parking lot…