A Call for Help.

Right now, Jamie is probably pitching a tent somewhere in the Idaho wilderness. He's backpacking there with his friend, Jason, and I'm sure he is having a great time not being eaten by bears. Meanwhile, I've been working hard over here getting ready for the new school year. It was probably the best and the worst time for Jamie to go away since I'd be too busy to actually spend time with him, but it's also a time when I am most stressed out and a pleasant, smiling face would be a huge comfort.

Last night I realized that this stretch of time will be the longest I go without speaking to Jamie since junior year in college when he went to Australia. And even then, it was only for the portion of his overseas trip that he was staying with an aboriginal tribe which was probably only a week long. So it was comparable to this stretch of time.

I would say I was doing pretty well without him for the past few days...that is until tonight. Among Jamie's many duties in my life is one nightly routine that is very crucial. Every (or nearly every) night I misplace my phone. It is Jamie's duty to call the missing phone so that I can track it down by following the dulcet tones of the Indiana Jones theme song.

Needless to say I cannot find my phone and I am now fearing that I left it on the bus or the metro today. The absence of phone leaves me feeling very vulnerable and helpless. So, kind reader, if you are reading this post right this second (11:24pm) give me a ring and help me find my phone. Otherwise, tomorrow evening would be optimal.

...I miss my husband...