This morning, I dropped my husband off at the airport. He’ll be gone for a week. In our 8 year marriage, this is only the second time he’s been the one to go somewhere.
I travel without him not exactly frequently, but once or twice a year. He hates to travel and is rarely willing to go places with me, let alone without me. In this case, he’s working a convention for a friend’s company, so its not quite pleasure travel,
But it does upend our status quo. And for once, I’m the one left home alone with the dogs.