January 15, 2004

The Witching Hour

3:30 a.m. Yep, that's when I got up this morning. No, that isn't a typo. I think it is what I get for sleeping for 15 hours straight one night last week. I put my husband on a 5:00 a.m. flight to Atlanta, and from there he'll go to Frankfurt. I returned home around 5:00 a.m., and fell into bed until my alarm went off again at 6:30. I'm now at work trying to deal with each piece of paper on my desk so that the stacks don't collapse of their own weight.

I had a wonderful time with him, but I can't believe it went by so quickly. I am constantly reminded of how much fun we have together. My reminder this afternoon came with a knock at the door of my office, as I was sitting at my desk eating lunch (trying to organize said paper) and one of the guys who works in General Services brought me a dozen long-stemmed pink roses with a card from my husband saying, "I love you and I'll see you soon." Now, as long as I don't fall asleep face-first into the roses' thorns, I'm good.

Posted by Kitty at January 15, 2004 01:18 PM

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