The next chapter opens (in the Great American Novel we live)

Besides the job applications, a few interviews, moving out of the studio house and the winnowing and condensing of the stuff in our main house, I have been busy helping Hubby get ready for a cross country drive. He left this afternoon for Las Vegas to dispose of the properties he has there as a resident. We don't know how long this will take. It may be months. I am desolate. Already emotionally fragile by the self esteem issues of the unemployed and my last birthday, losing the company of my best friend leaves me downright weepy. Who can I count on to laugh at my jokes over coffee, to hug me when when I feel afraid and eat my cooking even when it's indifferent? Who will rub my feet and hover, armed, whilst he protects me in my sleep? The simple truth is that there is no one to stand in or substitute and no one can take his place in my heart. I must dry my eyes and find my fortitude. After all, tommorrow is another day!