Ryan in the wilderness—day 2

Ryan left for the wilderness yesterday afternoon. This is my account of my adventures without him.

8:07 – Woke up late. Well…actually I woke up right on time but decided to snooze once. Therein was my downfall. Ryan is the alarm manager of the family, and apparently I lack the necessary training in snooze operation. Scrambled to get ready by dumping gallons of baby powder in my hair. Mmm, fresh as a daisy.

11:25 – Made the mistake of listening to Armageddon at work today. OHMYGOSH, the tears. My tears had tears.

3:00 – Find myself still sending Ryan text messages, even though I know there’s no way he’ll get them until he gets out of the canyon. Still, it’s comforting to talk to him like he’s right here with me. And there’s always that long-shot hope that he’ll climb up to the top of a mountain and have cell phone service and maybe, just maybe, turn his phone on and write to me. And, yes, this hope has caused me to be no more than an arm’s length away from my phone all day.

5:01 – Still at work, tweaking the Flash project of frustration, which is actually going rather well today. This is clearly not a normal Friday—it doesn’t feel like a weekend, since I’ll be all alone. Apparently it’s not a weekend without Ryan. And apparently being at work doing something with a purpose was better than being all alone and wandering. (Who knew?) Despite all this, however, I still found myself counting down how long until Ryan would normally be coming home. Oh, brain, what cruel tricks you play on me.

6:00 – Arrived home.  Went to the fridge to find something for dinner. Ended up eating brownies. And wandering. Oh, the wandering!

7:00 – Again tried to think of something for dinner. Again found myself eating brownies. Decided I needed to get out of the house. Time for SHOPPING! (which is really just organized wandering).

8:45 – Returned from SHOPPING! Laid out all of my purchases and admired them for 10 minutes. Although, I couldn’t admire my curtains properly because there was no husband to hold them up for me. Forced to use my imagination.

9:45 – Exercised my willpower and did not eat brownies. Still couldn’t find anything. Ended up eating the same dinner I had last night—except even easier than yesterday because I didn’t have to exude competence in the kitchen. I am so proficient with a microwave.

11:45 – Again, with the puttering and the absentmindedness, it took me over an hour to get to bed. And again, without Ryan here as an independent heat source, I am still not ready for sleep. Even though it’s June, I think I have no choice but to turn on the electric blanket tonight. Rearranged the throw pillows in a Ryan-like form—I’m hoping that if I cuddle up with my back to them and use my imagination again, I’ll be able to get to sleep before 2am. At least there haven’t been any evil bug sightings tonight. That works in favor of a decent bedtime at least.