Alan was out of town from Tuesday through Thursday. His company's national sales meeting was in Las Vegas. He didn't really have time for any fun--or so he would have me believe. ;) Fortunately, he does not have to travel often for his job. I say that because I am such a weenie about him leaving. I worry about him flying and start thinking all kinds of gloom and doom thoughts. Then I worry about being left alone with THEM------->
While he was gone I didn't sleep well at all. For two nights I tossed and turned. Things just were not right in the universe. I had no one to spoon me. It was torture. I was on the verge of calling Dr. Murray to see if he had any spare Propofol. But first I tried turning his pillow sideways to pretend it was him behind me. When I told Alan about it before bed, he made some obscene suggestions of what else the pillow should do to me and then didn't feel right about it. I told the pillow I was a married woman and to stay away from my backside.
Last night my Spoon man was back in position. Sweet manna from heaven! A good night's sleep at last!!