trying not to hum that soppy john denver song

That’s Bow Bear, the veteran of so many overseas flights, going on his first without me. That’s because I insisted on packing him in Stuart’s suitcase, because I’m a sentimental old bean, did you notice?
So Stuart’s going to England for a week, to attend a work thingamabob in Bath and then spend a weekend with his parents which makes me happy.
If you didn’t know already, we haven’t spent a night apart since he arrived on October 7th, 2004. In fact, Boston’s the farthest away he’s been, and that was just for a day. Go ahead and mock, but I’m rather dishevelled about the whole thing. I’m going to browse on the internet for Bearded Warmth-Emanating Life-Sized Dummies that could feasibly occupy the space to my left every night, since our bed will seem so fantastically empty without him there to shuffle around and lightly snore and stroke my cheek when my teeth-grinding wakes him up. Will the dummy do that, do you think? I doubt it.
Luckily for me, I’ve got people. Not people that will take Stuart’s place, but wonderful lovely caring thoughtful people that have IMed and emailed and offered to hang out with me every evening and watch movies with me and generally make me smile and laugh and drink wine with me. I love my people like McAdams loves Gosling. Also, I’m fleeing northwards to Rhode Island tonight to dull the blow of the first few days by hanging out with my parents. Parents that are excited to get me all to themselves for two days.
Still. It’s going to be a little rough. Keep me away from sappy music this week.