Most of my friends live nowhere near me. This situation is amplified a thousand times when Neil is away for work.
He’s not in the army. He doesn’t work on a boat. He’s a software engineer. And working from home requires some city office time. Apparently.
I don’t begrudge that cheeky beer with his mates or his attendance at the pub quiz. Well, maybe a little. I’m really good at pub quizzes.
My point is. I miss him.
The day he leaves, I’m a little excited because I get the remote. But really, that gets old fast. I just miss him.
Even though we are very married and he’s a giant dork, he’s my dork.
For instance, I’m taking the Tribe Writers course. (Another random fact about me: I hoard writing courses.)
One of the course modules includes emailing your friends and asking them how they would describe you and your writing voice.
I actually emailed Neil. Because he’s my friend and he’s not actually in the house with me right now.
Describe me in three words, I wrote.
I don’t know. You’re just you.
That’s six words.
My husband, the comedian.
I emailed another friend. Our last blogged conversation was this post over here.
Describe me in three words, I said.
Too far away, she said.
You’re winning, I wrote back.
Another one said: Warm, trustworthy, adventurous.
Not ‘Massive Bitch Face?’
No, she said.
That same friend also said my writing was like a hug. Like a bottomless cup of coffee.
Cool, um, beans.
You could also go with ‘Hair defies control,’ she wrote.
So, think of my writing as a conversation over coffee. Which is the kind of vibe I’m going for, anyway. There a category for that. Aptly named Coffee Talk.
And it’s especially true on weeks like this. When one best friend is not quite four years old, and the others are not here.
How’s your week treating you?