Temporarily single and not ready to mingle.

My darling husband flew back to New York yesterday.

Reality beckoned because the gazillion dollar company he works for wants everyone in the office three days a week so that they can sit on Zoom calls which you can do anywhere in the universe and worked successfully during the pandemic.

Judgment calls by more middle-aged males making literally millions per year.

We are pretty much joined at the hip and despite a few teensy annoyances I love every minute with him.

What to do at night by myself?! I’ll have to do a deep dive back to my 20s and recapture singlehood minus dating.

Before his departure, I had to do a dry run with the vintage car to learn how to open and fill two gas tanks, switch tanks when down 1/4 with the flick of a switch and manipulate the choke necessary to start the sleek beast…sounds easy, but she can be demanding.

My takeout bitch, beach equipment lugger and vacuumer is now on leave.

I am That Girl again, but the married version.

Until we meet again. I love you endlessly. Be safe in the big city and please unpack all the boxes?