Joe Needs to Leave

Yes, he needs to just rip off the band-aid and get the hell out of here. I love him dearly, but the anticipation of leaving and being gone for five weeks has him completely rattled. And he's admitted such. Gosh, he's been so mopey and bitchy today that I've nearly come out of my skin. I'm not happy that he's leaving, but I want to at least enjoy the last of our time together. That being impossible, though, means tomorrow just needs to hurry up and arrive, and we need to get this over with. It's just not happening so easily. Joe finally started packing, and literally after about five minutes, he informed me (and not so nicely) that he was going to the gas station to buy chew and snacks for the road. I just stared at him, especially since he put the whole chew thing out there so freely knowing I hate it. Really? Right now? Whatever.

So that's where he is now. Ugh.

Amidst Joe's emotionally sensitive state, we did manage to hit the city's yearly hazardous waste recycling shindig and dropped off empty paint cans and spray bottles for recycling. They also accepted old electronics, etc. It's one thing that makes me happy to live here - knowing there are people that give a damn. I thanked the workers several times for everything they were doing out there.

After that, we hit the post recycling with our paper, cardboard, and tin (that doesn't get picked up through our curbside recycling). Then we swung by the Class Six for wine. The commissary looked bat shit crazy just from the looks of the parking lot, so we dared not go in. Instead, we hit Publix on the way back home. Whatever.

It was hard to really have any rhythm to our day, but we still managed to have a pretty decent evening before the most recent flare up. I cooked a curry dish, and we watched a few favorite TV shows snuggled up with our wine.

I know Joe is just doing the push-away-since-we're-about-to-be-a-part thing, but it sucks. Annnd he's home now. Super duper. I guess I'll go finish getting ready for bed now and crash with my Greg Isle (sp?) book. Turning Angel is pretty awesome. I can hardly put it down. Check it out.