12 to 12

I'm working strange hours these days.  12 to 12.  More like 12 to 10 since I always slip out early (I let others slip out early too when they are on 12 to 12, for working till midnight is truly depressing).  I have gotten used to waking up at 10AM and having time to straighten my hair before I go to work, looking more put together.  It also means more quality time with my husband since he works from home on some days.  I get to wake up to him fully caffeinated, and drink the rest of his coffee.

I like to refer to S as husband instead of hubby because I have waited so long to call someone my husband; every syllable counts.

My husband went to Destin with his family today, and left me behind.  I came home to an empty apartment at 10 pm, and all of a sudden can't remember what's so great about solitude, silence, and personal space.  I miss my husband terribly.

I saw (not one but) two lightning bugs on my way home tonight.  It feels like instant good luck.  The first one flickered in front of me so fast by the time I realized what it was, it was gone.  Made me smile anyway.  It was dark, dingy and wet, did not seem the place for something so magical as a lightning bug. :)