Jim is gone again, to Indiana this time. He's there doing some fundraising and to attend the Indiana United Methodist Church's Annual Conference. As evidenced by last night's post's weird rhyming beginning, you can see that I go a little goofy in the head when Jim is gone. I don't like it when he's gone. I don't sleep well when he's gone.* I get crabby when he's gone. And I may have said this before: I also am reminded how very hard single parents have to work when they don't have that built in partner support. Makes me grateful for Jim all over again.
Love that guy.
*I changed the time of this post so you all wouldn't see how late I was up.