The Mute

I feel like this whole week has been dragging. The husband left on Monday, supposedly to return soon, but still absent from my days. Its amazing, life for me is almost on hold when he leaves. Sometimes I feel like Tom Hanks in Castaway. I walk around the house, doing the dishes, folding clothes, and watching tv, and not talking. I occasionally talk to the dog, but mostly we just sit there together. Hopefully, the husband will come home soon, so I can fill my verbal quota for the week. I am very behind.