My husband moved out last night.

My husband moved out last night.
How's that for a catchy title?

Actually, there's really good news behind this. ERIK GOT A JOB. A fucking job! He'll be working for the U.S. Forestry Service far far away. Actually, only 3 and a half hours away. It's a contract through the end of September, and will be working 4 days a week, 10 hours a day. Out in the beautiful Los Padres National Forest, working in the sunshine, using his hands, surrounded by nature's majesty. He'll probably have to camp out on the more remote areas of trail everyonce in a while, too. Rather than feeling lonely or sad about this, I'm mostly just completely jealous.

Because he has 3 day weekends, I'll still be seeing him every weekend. We can do this. Also, there's money involved.

As for how I'll spend my evenings now, sans-husband, I've so far booked the entire week with facials and free babysitting for friends. And it's a good thing Jeopardy is over for the summer, because otherwise, I'd have to hire a stand-in to come over and cook dinner with me and kick JeopardyKen's ass.

I haven't really lived alone before. Even though I did live alone for over a year after college, I was shacking up with my future husband the whole time. This is going to be interesting.