40 Days

Yes, today marks 40 days since he left.  As it turns out, it's also my 100th post.

40 days seems like some kind of milestone worth mentioning, but it's only about 6 weeks, which is really nothing.  But even though it's only been a short time since he's been gone, I can't believe how much more stress I feel everyday.  It wears me out emotionally.  Would be nice if it would wear me out physically so I could sleep better, but no.

I wish I had something positive or witty or uplifting to write about but I don't.  It's not like anyone is reading this anyway.  Sometimes I just want to pour it all out on here instead of in my deployment journal which takes much more time and energy to do.

One more hour long commute to work, which will likely take two due to flooding, and then the same on the drive home, and then two days off with nothing planned.  Nothing but a little less stress to deal with.