So Mike is gone. He finally left for those 3 weeks of training in the desert he was supposed to have left for weeks ago. For once, the military actually pushed back a date instead of pushing it forward. It was quite a pleasant surprise.

He's gone now, though. And at first, I wasn't too happy about the whole thing. In fact, I was in a bit of a slump about it. I was thinking man this whole living on my own thing is starting to get OLD.

But here's the truth of the matter: it took me a whole 24 hours to get over it. In fact, yesterday around 9:00 pm I realized that I hadn't heard from Mike all day and hadn't thought twice about it. Even when it dawned on me, I still didn't really think twice about it.

Don't get me wrong. I love my husband. To Death. I miss him and in my dream world he would be here with me all the time. But this is reality, and in reality, he's gone quite a bit.

I guess I have just adapted to reality... which I don't think is such an awful thing.

I'd rather realize at 9 pm that I hadn't heard from my husband all day and shrug my shoulders than spend my entire day missing him and bemoaning his absence.

But that's just me.