This appears to be a shot of Edward going, "See, I hardly take up any room, so you have no reason to leave me behind," but it's actually yet another photo where he's wondering if he can move yet. Sad to say, I don't think Edward really cares if we go away and leave him with my in-laws--he *loves* his granny and gramps. He's not going anywhere however because, this time, I too have been left behind.
My dear salaryman husband has been sent to America on business until Christmas. Depending on how busy he is, I may or may not fly over to keep him company. But for now, I'm trapped at home by a two-week work commitment. Sigh.
It's funny, I'm often alone for the majority of the day and evening, but knowing there's no one coming home tonight has made the apartment seem deathly still. I miss you, honey. Yesterday night, we bought ice cream after walking home from dinner--during which we had the most delicious oysters; one large, plump one each; so fresh and full of the tangy smell of the ocean, I wanted to stick my nose in the shell and just snuffle all night (they were so beautiful, I took a picture with my husband's cell phone camera, but then forgot to upload it before he left). When we got home however, I found I was too full to eat my ice cream, so now I've got it sitting in the freezer. It seems rather lonely to have the caramel sundae by myself, somehow.
I've also decided that while my husband's away, I'll probably be sleeping on the couch, though not so much for sentimental reasons. Our bedroom has already turned frigid with the change in seasons (bad insulation, for those of you not in the know), and I don't seem equipped with enough solo heating power to make the bed a bearable place. I recently huddled, shivering between the icy sheets, for an entire hour before I gave up and dragged myself and my blankets into the much-warmer living room.