It’s my first Sunday night by myself. I can’t even remember the last time I have spent a Sunday night alone. Chris left this afternoon for a work trip, and so I am left to my own devices to keep myself entertained. I made an Indian dal (lentil) dish, roasted brussel sprouts with shallots and balsamic vinegar, and Korean purple rice. I worked on Valentine’s Day cards even though I don’t know who I am giving these to (I’m not feeling very generous this year). I did some cleaning and reorganizing, and also caught up on some personal e-mail. I also watched a movie a friend recommended that I didn’t like. I’m going to finish reading The English Patient tonight and maybe catch up on The Economist.

It’s weird to think of simple things like Sunday nights with your spouse. Chris and I just spend every Sunday night at home for the most part and have a homemade meal. We listen to his podcast. He might do laundry. But now that he is not here, I find myself feeling very strange because this is not what I am used to. I am in the home we share, but I feel slightly out of my element. This is what it’s like to miss your spouse when you know you won’t be going to bed together, and is a reminder to not take people for granted, not that I was doing that.