There's something about climbing into a freshly made bed. It's amazing how quickly the frustration I feel about putting new sheets on seems to fade away when I am cozily tucked in. Drifting off to sleep in a freshly made bed is even more wonderful. Doing so without your husband at your side isn't so easy though.

I regularly sleep without Erik in bed with me. That's the nature of shift work -- I drift off to sleep as he goes to work.

Having him in Alaska makes a difference. A completely psychological difference, but a difference none-the-less. Only for tonight. Erik has been gone since Friday morning, but tonight is my first night alone in our bed -- always the most difficult night.  It just takes a little getting used to. (I spent the night at my parent's house).

It seems I've been awful at blogging lately, but that's just the way it goes sometimes, eh? I'd best make an honest attempt at sleeping. G'night.