A while ago I blogged about my joy at setting myself up in my bedroom with a desk and bench that Dave and I had chosen off the internet. I was so happy with that situation, and still love the desk and chair, but being set up in my bedroom, while Dave is out in the living area of our condo, turned out not to be ideal.
Because we've both been so busy lately, and most of the business happens on our computers, we haven't been seeing each other as much as we're accustomed to. It's not that we have to live in each other's pockets, it's just that when we don't, we (read "I") have to feel secure in our relationship.
A couple of times I've wandered out of the bedroom into a totally dark house where Dave is sitting in front of his computer with a desk light concentrated on his work place, seemingly scorching up the internet and pleased with himself. I on the other hand, have felt that while I seem to need to see him from time to time, he can just motor on by himself. Well of course he can, and I'm glad of that.
It's one of the things that we count on in our marriage. We like to be together and it works for us to be apart. Only, apparently, not enough for me.
And look into my eyes....look into my eyes....hear the music of my bangles: