I'm dreading going back to my hotel room this coming Monday and Tuesday night.
Because I'll be away from home.
Because I'll worry about my dogs.
Because I'd prefer to be scared shitless of flying (like I used to be) as opposed to my new practice of laughing when the plane suddenly lurches, or makes strange sounds.
Most of all - because I won't be able to call him for up to an hour each evening,
because I won't be able to hear his voice.
Internet, I'll be back at the end of the week.