T minus ten still equals R minus T, but it is starting to feel like she is on the way home rather than on her way out. I’m getting the grocery list together for when she comes back – her yogurt and coffee, the chocolate covered cherries and her cookies. The list sits on the counter and makes her return seem more imminent. A great love requires adjustments – she’s used to her four or five months in Europe visiting her friends and family, and they are used to this stretch of time with her. My friends are used to me being readily available and I’m used to being alone and scheduling my business or leisure travel at whim. Now she is pulled (and I am pulling her) home to us, and somewhere, someone she loves, I love, is getting short shrift of her time, my time, and what used to be a routine is now being reconfigured for what is. Once the shock of the new wears out, we will all find our rhythm in time.