every-single-day

My other half.

David has safely gone to Brooklyn. Text messages fly back and forth, video cam shots, pix. I have no idea what the building he now lives in looks like. I do know that when I wake half way though the night for the necessaries, the house is very quiet. I don't hear his breath.
it has only been two nights and this portion of being apart will be short because I am going to go back east on the 19th. But this is the way we will be living for the next few months.
David is the best husband I could ever have chosen for myself. I could have taken photos of the stock pile of groceries that he bought so that if we had 10 inches of snow, I would be well fed. And 4 or 5 fell yesterday. The link above says we will get 8 to 16 inches before this time tomorrow. Let's hope they are wrong.
Instead of taking the photo of the stock pile of canned goods, pasta, soy milk, broth, beans and rice, I took this. A photo of the plastic he put over the windows downstairs to keep the heat inside the house. It looks mottled in the photo but it is really quite clear and I have almost leaned on the sill in an attempt to neighborhood watch several times already. And so the note, in marker, in David's hand writing.
i miss him. he is the best.

I just meandered around...and found this...and I want it. Dang.