Woke up this morning to a fuzzy nose in my ear, purring and sniffing loudly. Every morning this week has been the same, nose in ear, milk dance on the pillow making a nest of my hair, bedroom eyes and wrapping himself around my legs wherever I am in the apartment. Although he’s usually too cool for cuddling more than a second, when one of us goes on a business trip, Fergus always gets really appreciative of the one who is left behind. It does make waking up with a slight hangover much better.
The other benefit of work-widowhood while Oliver is away is being able to meet up with friends for drinks more often, which I took advantage of last night. I can always depend on Nina to turn one drink into two bottles. The headache was worth the girl time.
Just after Fergus woke me up the phone rang. Oliver’s Friday night in San Francisco was still going strong at a dinner party with some of our friends. His mobile had fallen into chatty hands and made the rounds among the guests. It was great fun getting drunk dialed by a group of people who I love, even though the party was going on without me. I’m totally jealous that his farewell business trip for this job has taken him back to my homebase, right among all the people who were there when we began as a couple, but at least one of us gets to be there. I’m sure the headache he’ll have in the morning will be well worth it. The phone bill too. (Oops.)
It’s a very short and sweet farewell tour. Tomorrow Olli meets up with my parents for lunch, finishes his last errands and flies home. Then we figure out how to get him to Nurnberg so he can start working. Then I get going with preparing to move, quit the job, and so on.
That’s what’ll happen, as long as that mobile phone bill doesn’t get him into too much hot water. 😉