My wife has left me. By "left me" I mean she went to see her parents for the week. This is the first time we've spent the night apart since the wedding nearly 5 months ago. I'm going to miss her badly. Who knows, maybe I'll learn something about myself and be a better husband when she returns. Maybe I'll just wreck the house.
I have become more "domestic" in the 9 hours since she's been gone. I have cooked my own dinner thanks to the George Foreman grill I received from my parents for Christmas. I have also done my own dishes. I did all this after doing inventory for a relatively brief 3 hours at work. So far, so good. I just have a dreaded fear that the apartment will burn down before the week is out.
I tried to work out today, but our fitness center, as well as the one at the school, were closed for new years. I guess I'll get skinny tomorrow.