I am such a fool. I may have screwed up the best thing that has ever happened to me. He wanted me to consider if I could handle him traveling. The thing is that I can. For some unknown reason I felt I needed to put conditions on it. I sent him a text
this morning asking him if he would be away more than he was home. When he called me about it, I said all the wrong things. I am not as good at speaking as I am at writing. I swear, I should just cut out my tongue and write everything. Well, he had to
get back to work, and he promised to call when he got done today, which should be any minute now. I guess I could handle him being gone more than he is here, as long as I knew he was still keeping in good contact with me and I knew his heart was still with
me. My heart is definitely with him right now in South Dakota. I miss him. On a positive note, just two more days. Oh, and one more thing: I hate Sundays.