Ah. The weekend. We didn't do damn much, but it was so much fun, considering how much of it was spent with us crashed out in the living room, me in the big chair, Adam on the couch, both prone, with some mindless flick playing on the telly.

We were somewhat productive, I should admit. I got more done on the revisions (shut it), we did some shopping, visited some parents, cooked, and I did slip in a book in between everything else.

And then, this morning, about an hour ago, as a matter of fact, Adam got up and drove to the airport. San Diego on business until Thursday. Aw, isn't it cute, I said. It's like you're a real grownup. All you need now is a flannel suit and a felt fedora.

Oh, I've got the fedora, baby, he said.

I told him no donkey shows, he told me no delivery boys and we kissed each other good-bye. I've been sitting bleary-eyed in the living room with Headline News turned on for company since. I'll probably go up to bed in a couple of minutes and sleep until the middle of the morning, or until he calls from sunny San Diego to announce he's looking at giant pandas and I'm not.

It's the little things like that which keep us together.