Woke up from foot cramps that I've not had in ages. My toes just suddenly decide that any movement whatsoever will cause intense PAIN. They give me no reason for this. I missed that memo. Damned toes.
Trying to figure out why I cannot play music, when I realize Kevin set the computer's volume to 'mute' so as not to wake me up late at night whilst he chatted. He is thoughtful like that.
Well, not really.
Reason to love Kevin #92,242,587.43:
The ice cream he got while he was here (there is quite a bit left) is low-fat and minty. Which means I feel much less guilty about the emotional ice cream binge I am about to embark on. And there's a half gallon of the stuff, so I'll have ice cream for the next week or so. Viva mint chocolate chip.
General moping aside, I seem to be handling this pretty well. I don't have much to compare it to, since I never spent time with Michael anywhere even remotely near this scale.
I think it's mostly that I did not lose whatever sense of self I possess. With Michael, I did. But I'm still here, still some semblance of a human being, and while I'm a much happier human being with Kevin nearby, I do not shrivel and die when he is not there (well, not that much, anyway). I miss him so much it physically hurts, but I'll live. There were times when, by this point, I would have been a bloody mess. Not a mark on me. (okay, there's a almost-entirely-faded mark on my neck, but that is entirely Kevin's fault! And it's a week old!)
I am sleepy again, but I don't want to go back to an empty bed.
At least he got home safely, and is hopefully catching up on some sleep (we were up 'til all hours last night laughing at funny websites and whatnot)