Kate is away from home for three nights, having left on a tour bus immediately after school on Friday for a life sciences trip to Cape Cod. She returns tomorrow evening. I was away at class myself Friday night through yesterday afternoon and so did not feel her absence too keenly until late last night.
It is odd, this not bending my will toward meeting her needs for several hours on end. I miss her and will be glad when she returns. But the … what to call it? Space? It is good. Not that I am comfortable in it, nor do I desire to be. Just breathing it for a bit. And wishing she would text or call and let us know she’s still alive already.