1. Debbie had a full day today. For starters, she turned 74 years old. Then, as if that weren't titanic enough, she flew across the country from Spokane to Minneapolis to Newark. She decided, when she made her reservation, that flying first class wasn't that much more expensive, so she made things much easier on herself and flew in luxury!
Debbie's flight didn't leave until the early afternoon, so we had a relaxing morning and an easy drive to Spokane and around 9:00 in the evening, Kellogg time, Debbie texted me that she was in the LangfordMobile and on her way to Valley Cottage, NY where she'll stay at Adrienne and Josh's until, I think, January 4th.
2. Predictably, after I dropped Debbie off at the airport, I drove straight to Great Harvest. I picked up a loaf of Asiago Sourdough bread and decided I wanted a muffin, not a sandwich, and enjoyed a gingerbread muffin and a cup of coffee.
Refreshed, I cruised to Costco in CdA and fueled the Camry and decided that if I wanted to do any other shopping at Costco, Trader Joe's, or Pilgrim's Market, or anywhere else, I'd return in the next couple of days.
3. Debbie and I are very experienced at spending time calmly apart -- we've spent many holiday seasons on opposite sides of the country and we've had other long stretches when, for professional and family reasons, we were not in the same place.
So, we take these separations in stride.
Not Gibbs!
Ever since Debbie left, Gibbs has been sitting or lying on the back of the couch in front of the picture window peering out, expecting Debbie's return.
He's not been his usual animated self.
He came to life, however, around 4 a.m. and started manic barking.
I got up to check on him, looked outside, and saw what he saw: a black cat jogging east on Little Cameron.
Then Gibbs wanted to go out in the back yard.
I couldn't turn our little ball of (I hope temporary) misery down, but after he'd been out a few minutes he resumed manic barking.
As quickly as I could, I slipped shoes on and went out to see if I could corral him back in the house.
He cooperated!
Right away!
To my utter relief, any neighbors he might have awakened could, I hope, go back to sleep.
I'll keep an eye on Gibbs, try to reassure him that things are all right.
But Gibbs is not a seasoned veteran of separation from Debbie and while I'm a nice enough guy and do my best to look after and comfort Gibbs, let's face it:
I'M NOT DEBBIE!!!
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