Well, unless I don’t survive until tomorrow evening, then I made it. Dog Boy is supposed to be arriving tomorrow evening and they’re going to get a motel (thank Christ) for a week, then they’re leaving for TX. Gawd, I can’t fucking wait–I’ve already (mostly) decided where things will go in that room, and for the first time in what feels like a lifetime, I will actually live all alone with my husband. I’ll be able to get up in the night and go to the bathroom naked if I want (and I will, just because I CAN), I’ll be able to play music as loud as I want as long as the windows are closed (I’m Canadian–it’s just not in me to be rude even to those I consider people only by technical definition), I won’t have to keep a can of Febreze Air Effects on my desk just in case it opens its door, I won’t have to pick up bits of pipe tobacco every time I walk into the kitchen or bathroom, and no one will fuck up the bathmat or the carpets with footprints until P comes home and plays the George Game. I’ll be able to nap in the afternoon without having to close the door, no one will overload my washer or use my dryer on the wrong setting because she’s too stupid to understand the timed cycle. No more 2L bottles of Diet Coke taking up space in my fridge, and no more pizzas delivered at midnight unless we order them. No more worrying about whether our address is going to appear in the police blotter section of the paper because some moron decided that yes, it is a good idea for a brain dead alcoholic idiot on antipsychotic medications to have a few drinks (or a dozen). It’ll be like heaven on earth. Is it tomorrow yet? 🙂