Picture this: last evening at 5pm…I’m still sick with the flu (but recovering) on the sofa in my flannel jammies, the ones with happy little owls sprinkled all over a turquoise background, drinking ginger tea (I’m always drinking ginger tea lol) and hub calls.
He casually chitchats for a few minutes about how I’m feeling and about the rain we had and then asks me if I’ve checked his email today (I check his email when he’s gone cos he doesn’t have access to it AND because we have no secrets) and I said no, but hold on, I’ll look right now.
I tell him there’s nothing there and he said, oh, I guess they didn’t cc me.
I said, WHO didn’t cc you WHAT?
I start feeling a little apprehensive.
Not for any other reason than after twenty-two years, I think I’ve finally figured out that hub’s silences speak volumes.
Tugboat man-a man of few words-enjoys observing my mind make quantum leaps.
Oh, don’t even tell me, I said. SILENCE. Absolute silence.
His response? Laughing. That’s it. He laughs.
So…boys and girls, after waiting and waiting and waiting, and thinking for sure he’s coming home on Tuesday, it’s official.
Tugboat man will be home TODAY.
I’ve never met anybody in my entire life that could bury the lede like he does.
Now is the season for miracles and it’s gonna take a miracle to get me ready and to get some food and freshly baked goodies in this house.
Wish me luck, ‘cos I’m gonna need it.
FYI, if you’re a writer, you know this is how things are supposed to go!
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