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Dave has made it back home safe and sound, so I can breathe a small sigh of relief.

He had a pretty shitty drive home, being unable to find a hotel with any vacancies when he needed it. But he's safe, so my worry-meter can drop back to normal levels.

The apartment still seems really empty today. I assume that it will for quite a while. I enjoyed having him here.

Everything is so disjointed today that I can't seem to get my mind around anything. I worked today from about 11am to almost 5pm, and I'm going back at 11pm for a few hours. This is on purpose, since throwing myself back into work after saying goodbye to Dave has helped me in the past. Besides, I need to rack up some overtime this week so that my next paycheck won't be miserably small.

I still need to unpack and do laundry. I think I'll wash clothes tomorrow or Wednesday (probably Wednesday).

Something else that occurred to me was how quickly this whole moving to Canada thing and wedding thing is coming up. I mean, it just seemed like yesterday that we got engaged, and suddenly I discover that it's July already. What happened? Where did the time go?

I'm pleased (in a dazed sort of way) that the time has gone by so quickly. I'm pleased in the way that a young kid, waiting to turn 6, is pleased by the passing of days. "I'm gonna be six soon," he says, and counts off the weeks and days on his fingers. To that kid, the time takes forever - it seems like he'll never be six. "I want to be six now," he whines. But his birthday finally comes, quicker that he realized it would.

I want to be with Dave now.

I'm still buried under a vast amount of email and other obligations, and I'm burdened by a terrible sense of ennui. I don't want to do anything but stare out the window and wait for Dave. But I have a life to get on with, and I intend to do so. After all, I've got stuff to sell and things to pack and debts to pay off.