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He arrived at 11 pm, hopping from a cab caught at the airport and leaving his luggage in the driveway of the Red Solo Cup Party house. He leaves tomorrow afternoon, and will be gone until Friday.

I won't see him again until Sunday, at 11 am mass, when I return from my ACTS Retreat with the other women, because I leave Thursday night while he is still gone.

This night, this blessedly ordinary, simple, low-stress evening of laundry and catching up on publications and Sunday Night Football, of apples and peanut butter for dinner because we had a big, late lunch, of falling asleep on the floor before the game is over due to jet lag...

is perfect.