With J away it's been fairly quiet.  With the winter locked in and grey skies and cold winds it's been downright maudlin.  This is the longest we've been apart from each other and there's still more than a week to go.  The odd phone call and text, although welcome, do not reduce the feeling of loss.  Seeing happy pictures on Facebook provide both happiness and a bit of "poor me" at the same time.

The excitement of my impending holiday (without J) is somewhat diminished as I realise that just a few weeks separate his arrival and my departure.  We knew this ages ago of course but the reality of it has become a lot more apparent since he left.

LOL maybe it's the red wine bringing me down a little. Or maybe it's end of a three day weekend and back to work tomorrow I go, knowing that the only person in there that I really connected with finished last week and now I've got no one to vent to, or go grab a coffee with.