So I just got back from dropping Sara off at the airport. I am running on about 4 cups of coffee and 2.5 hours of sleep.

Last night was hell. After Sara’s brother realized that her suitcase was over the maximum weight allowance it took about an hour to repack her. He realized this about the time that we were heading to bed to wake up at 4:30 in the morning. Fun.

So we head to bed about 11:15. not too bad, about 5 hours of sleep.

I could not sleep. It was horrid. I would just lie there, staring. Usually at the walls. I was dead tired when I laid down, then my wife said the thing that would keep me up: “I will miss you.” That put the nail in the coffin. The feeling of sleeplessness you get the night before Christmas, going over in your head all the things that asked for and all the things you might get, that was last night. See I have a problem going to sleep anyways, this just made things worse. The last time I looked at the clock it said 1:30…

Last night was the anti-Christmas.

So she is in Illinois until the evening of July 5th. I have the magazine (which I have neglected for the last 3 days, and for good reason), a few movies, and a backlog of video games to keep me busy until then. Still, I can’t help but be a bit sad.