I want to go home.
I need a hug from my brother.
I need to give our Hansi-dog some lovins.
I need to sit on our couch with Hansi curled up beside me.
I need a change of scenery.
I need to wash dishes.
I need to make supper.
I need a breather.
I miss Josef like no ones business. Sometimes I forget how much I like spending time with him until I'm not around him and I feel that sharp pang of distance. And time. He's my best friend. I'm sad it took me so long to realize it.
Hansi hurt himself Saturday somehow. He's just not been acting like himself, no jumping. The weird thing is, I never used to have strong emotions about dogs... but now that we've had a little one, a cute one, I care a lot. But isn't that silly? I mean, when we bought him, we knew that mini-dachshunds are prone to back injuries. I just didn't think the day would come.
This Christmas break I really resented having to wash all the dishes and make all the food... but now that I'm not, I miss that bit of domesticity.
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