almost like being {home}

i ended up working part of last week

in the same north cackalackey town

where the husband is stationed.

of course,

the town is still devoid of husband,

but i got as close to him as i could:

i borrowed his bed.

see, before he deployed,

husband moved most of his belongings into storage

and kept just the essentials

at his sister's home in the area.

and she graciously let me stay over last night.

and is it weird that i was excited

 to see his {stuff}?

pretty sure that under any other circumstances,

this would be called

"stalking."

luckily, since we're married,

it's just called:

i miss you, babe.