My coffee tastes a little weak this morning.
My husband usually makes the coffee, and he has learned to make it to the strength I prefer. He's in Kansas at a funeral, however, and I made my own coffee this morning.
My morning routine has been broken -- we usually get up around 5 AM (me bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, him not so much) and sit together for breakfast and coffee and sharing cat memes on the Internet. Now I'm on my own and it's 6 AM and very quiet in here. I'm trying to share cat memes with Buddy the Cat, but he remains disinterested.
It's been less than 24 hours since he left, and I miss Richard. It's been over ten years married, and I still miss Richard. Not in a huge heart-rending way, but in the little things. I imagine this would be a hard thing, maybe the hardest thing to bear, if he died before I did -- the low-key, everyday presence.
He'll be home about 7, 34 hours after I last saw him. No big deal. Just ... when you're older, love is less about passion and more about sharing cat memes.
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