all kidding aside

yesterday, my two week countdown began.  my two week of panic countdown.  my get it all done as quickly as possible countdown began.  the end of all things as i know it countdown began.  o.  m.  g.

i will be leaving for paris, again.  and although i know this sounds amazing to everyone else but me at the moment, it isn't until i am actually on the ground and off.  this summer will be a first.  thomas will not be coming with me.  he is staying behind to go back to school and work on another masters and also to garden, hang with the dog and to miss me terrible.  i mean, come on, what's not to miss?

so for the next two weeks, while he has a great deal of that off, i have work to do.  namely lesson plans.  i also have some minor things to square away, plus finish teaching my summer session course.  oh the stress.  and one of the sad things, at leas to me, is that i have only two weeks left with one of the funniest people in the universe.  thomas keeps me laughing, unless i am grumpy, and i genuinely love hanging out with him, unless i am stressed (no one wins in that situation).

so i will be in paris, alone for 7 weeks.  although i will not truly be alone, i do not spend a great deal of time hanging out with my students.  so, i tend to be off, at a café reading, or out shopping.  and my partner in crime will be here at home without me.  what's the longest you've been separated from your partner?