Day 2

Well, I survived my first night without my man. It all started out so optimistically. I rushed home from work to spruce up the place so that it would feel clean and cozy, but that only took 15 minutes. Then, I watched two episodes of Gilmore Girls, an America's Next Top Model reunion (lame!) and an interesting episode of Alias. During that, I ate a french fries dinner and tried to learn to knit. Try is the key word because despite my best efforts and a book clearly made for "Dummies," I was unable to learn to knit after several valiant attempts. So now my dreams of become the mistress of knitting will have to be revised. Apparently, I'm not yet smart enough for dummy status. I'll keep at it, mind you, but those needles may end up in someone's eyes before they birth a beautiful scarf.

Anyway, the whole night was generally boring. I really fretted that I would perish from loneliness long before the 10 days are up. Then, I tried to get some shut eye, but found myself waking up every hour or so for no particular reason -- and even though I had dressed my husband's pillow in one of his shirts to replicate him sleeping next to me. So now I'm extremely tired and really hungry because french fries leave one wanting something more substantial, like a Gardenburger.

But the strange part is that I'm feeling really excited about this whole adventure. The fact that I actually survived the night is somehow empowering me. I'm thrilled to get to do it again. I'm excited to keep trying for a good night of solitary sleep. I'm loving phone conversations with my husband because it takes me back to our courtship and reminds me that he is indeed my soul mate. So all is good, except for the sleepy part. And missing the love of my life. But you can't have everything, can you? In this case, I'm willing to settle for french fries.