So Missy's been out of town since Sunday. I was prepared for being alone to suck somewhat.
Yesterday I went to work, and had a frustrating morning, of making little headway on a project. I decided to stay a little later, because I was coming home to just the cats anyhow, and they don't seem to clock watch me much.
The office was much quieter, and I was able to find the concentration I needed. Suddenly, I got something to work that I hadn't been able to all day amidst the chatter and buzz of my other coworkers.
Then on my way home, I decided to stop for dinner. I tried a Korean chicken place I've been meaning to forever.
It was fantastic! While I ate dinner, I got some text messages from Missy, and we talked back and forth about our days.
I came home, fiddled on the computer for a bit, and soon after got the "it's time for bed" text messages from Missy, who sent me to diaper myself and hit the sack. (Poor sack!)
As I drifted off to sleep, it struck me how my day really turned around when my expectations for it changed. I turned a lonely day into an alone day. They're very different things.
It felt good.