What a Difference a Week Makes

I keep flashing back to last week. If I compare today to last Friday, you would think I live on a completely different planet.

At three o'clock last week, I brought my students out to the bus then hustled and bustled to the airport to catch my flight out to Cleveland. I was out of my mind with excitement, for I was going to see Jeff. Much the opposite of the feeling of not knowing when I will see him again that I have this week.

Last week I was watching Lebron absolutely demolish the Celtics, surrounded by screaming Cavelier fans with hopes of an NBA championship alive and well. This week, Lebron is back at home, season ended, and possibly his time in Cleveland ended. Go figure, just in time for my arrival. As a friend mentioned last night, Cleveland could be losing Lebron, but gaining me. An even trade if you ask me.

Looking back at my previous Friday, Buffalo Wild Wings was the place for dinner and my record breaking 4 (ok, 3 and a half) beers. Tonight, a solo dinner with a nice glass of ice cold water. And, rather than watching the jumbo flat screens at BW's, I was watching this rear projection mini mouse of a TV I have in front of me.

With the differences of the day, I can happily say that it's okay. It's okay because the end is in sight. Approximately one and a half months left and I will hold a somewhat normal life. Normal in the sense that I will live under the same roof as my husband and that I will see him everyday. Right now that seems like such a luxury.