T minus 3 days
When I wake up tomorrow morning, my girlfriend will be three days from coming home and I’ll be days away from my 49th birthday. All of this seems so incongruent and yet perfectly natural. Three days is better than 32 days. That is what I tell myself, but for some reason I miss her more right now that I have any of these tormented days before. Must be blind love, only kind of love is stone blind love.