I don’t think people are supposed to be so attached to one another that being apart for a few days is painful, but I am, and he is, and we miss each other terribly.

I stayed home because of the money, because he would be busy anyway, and because Matty has a horrible ear infection that needs daily attention, and I don’t trust anyone else to do it properly or without causing him panic and pain. But I wish I was there, and not just because he’s in a city I want to see, either, but because every single person that he meets this weekend, that he has a beer with and that gets to hear him give a presentation has no idea… NONE… of how lucky they are at that moment to be in the company of the most wonderful person in the world.

I’m bummed out.