Sundays are probably my least favorite day of the week. I wake up with the knowledge that before the end of the afternoon I have to say goodbye to my lovely boyfriend and roommate for three days -- he works out of town for Mondays, Tuesdays, and this week, an additional day (he came back to care for me when I was sick last week a day early). After he leaves, I inevitably go into a period of withdraw where I wander aimlessly around the apartment for about fifteen minutes, picking things up, putting things away and then back out again. It's not that I have nothing to do. I am almost done with my spinning, I could certainly finish any number of the quilts in progress in the closet. There's even some repair work to be done on a skirt that I ripped a placket out of.
But there's something missing, and my mind has to settle out with that before I get on with the rest of the day. Do any of you have roommates or spouses who travel a lot? Do you find yourselves doing the same sorts of things?