Day 163 of Florida

I don't know if I've announced this yet, but Mason has a set date on when he'll be home. He's done with his schooling on November 4th. I can't recall if that's going to be the same day he'll be coming home or if he'll be coming home a week later; I'll ask him when he wakes up.

In September, he'll know where his set base will be. He wants Arizona. I fear  he'll be placed in Japan. 

I'm unsure how I'll react if he's stationed in Japan... But to you all who are guessing it would be an excited reaction, you're wrong. It would be the complete opposite. The time zones would be horrendous, the money to travel back and forth would be exceedingly expensive, and the distance would be heart wrenching - possibly too heart wrenching to bare.

I miss him like nobody can imagine (and he's still in the US) Not a single person knows, or have known, how I feel. You'd have to be put in my shoes to know the drastic measures I go through, waiting for my hubby to come home.

His next school will be in North Carolina. An hour will be added to the time difference. He's moving there in a couple of weeks. 

Today wasn't energetic or unforgettable. It was quite bland... Tomorrow might be the same. All I'm worried about is for my legs. The hardest part is to get up and off my bed. At least I can still walk. 

I watched Extraordinary People episodes on YouTube (fascinating show) and hung out on IMVU. 

I won't be able to chat with Fang tonight. He's getting up early tomorrow for a meeting. 

I might have a Daniel dream tonight. My utter lonely feeling is back. But more importantly, I hope I can actually sleep solidly tonight. I haven't had that chance since Friday. 

Maybe I'll go smell Mason's cologne before falling asleep. That may help me. That may ease my pain...