Whatever was wrong with my thumbs and hands appears to have gone back into the hole it crawled out from. I am able to write again and am much relieved. Let’s hope it doesn’t happen again anytime soon.

Drew called this evening shortly after I spoke to my mother and seems to be in far better spirits than last week. He still has a cold that hes been fighting since he arrived in country. They all seem to be fighting it off.

He confirmed that I can write about eating sushi or el salvadorean (from El Rancho specifically) any day since he’s not find of either types of food. Well. He doesn’t like sushi at all but he does normally like Mexican and South/Latin American foods. He just doesn’t like the spice used in every dish at El Rancho.

A few minutes of listening to Drew on the phone does wonders for lightening my mood. He tells me he rides the short bus to work with his helmet on. Cracks about licking the windows *nom nom nom* are true Drew style.

I told him about a conversation I’d had with a co-worker last night. M had asked if I’d heard from Drew recently and when I’d responded in the negative he asked how I manage. I think my reply shocked him a little. I’d said that I don’t think about it. You just get on with life per normal. You get used to not knowing what’s going on and relying on faith that everything is ok. If you dwell on the absence I don’t think it would be possible to function. I’d probably never leave the house. Drew agrees.

I like to think that we’ve developed this safety mechanism through years of being apart for months on end. For most of my time in the States, and all of my time in India and the Phillipines, were separated by large physical distances (oceans too) and often went days without being able to communicate with each other. Then, there’s all the times Drew has been out in the field, away on course, in the US or Bosnia… we’ve had lots of practice leading up to this tour. We’ve done this before. We can survive it this time and in the future.

It is nice to get a chance to talk about nothing at all. Most of today’s conversation centered on what renovations to the house (new insulation, new furnace and a/c unit, and siding the garage) that we’ll do when Drew comes home. These have been plans in the works for months before he left. Talking about them just continues a pre-established pattern.

Then there are vacation plans.

We can’t really afford to do the battlefield tour of France we’ve been looking forward to yet so we’ll keep dreaming and planning a big European tour to take place a few years down the road. I’ll need a lot more vacation time accrued before we can go.

Aside from visiting Europe, Drew has lots of family to reconnect with or meet in Enland and Scotland. We have lots of saving to do to manage the trip in the style we’d like to become accustomed to. Flights, hotels, train passes and car rentals. Oh, and meals. Drew’s not cheap to feed. Yep. Lots of saving to do. In the meantime we’re going to try and vacation a bit closer to home this year.

We’ve been wanting attend San Diego’s ComicCon for ages and this summer we’re going to make every effort to go. I’m in charge of getting tickets, arranging hotels and flights. Hopefully my organizational skills are up to the challenge.

Until then I wait for the next call. Hope to hear Drew joking and working to making me laugh again soon.

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