oh, I wish I were in the land of cotton...*

This is night #3 without my man. The house is eerily quiet in the evenings. Instead of taking the opportunity to watch whatever I want, as loudly as I want, I sit quietly and read. Or surf the 'net. I am cooking some brown rice and will grill some chicken in a few minutes, for tomorrow's lunch. I share my bed with little girls and little dogs. I keep the radio on all night.

I miss you John. I know you're having a nice, relaxing, well-deserved vacation and visit with your dad, but I want you to know that I miss you!

*revised - - today I learned that cotton was not a crop of northeastern Tennessee