I had no more than settled on the couch with the bag of donuts last night when Lin called and said he was headed back home. They decided to leave at 3 am instead. He brought burgers home with him. We ate, watched Alton Brown’s new food show, and went to bed. Our alarms started going off at 3 am. Snooze buttons were hit a few times. There was a phone call. They are leaving at 6 am. Alarms were reset and more sleeping was done.

The alarms started going off again at 6 am, and for an hour and twenty minutes, snooze buttons were hit. I should have just gotten up at 6 am when the alarms went off, because sleeping in ten minute intervals does not work for me. At 7:20 am, I finally snapped. “Are you ever getting up and leaving!” Lin agreed he should get up and see what the story was so the phone calls started.

They all finally decided they were leaving immediately, he grabbed a few last minute things, and we walked out to the truck. As soon as we stepped outside, we noticed the air had overnight begun to feel like Fall air. Brrrr! He grabbed his jacket out of my truck, got into his truck, and drove away. We’d already said our sappy goodbyes last night, so this morning it was “Kiss me bye … call when you get somewhere.” Then he was gone. I got my pajamaed self back inside where there wasn’t a cold wind blowing as quickly as I could.

Holy cow, how annoying. Hours of freaking alarms going off, snooze buttons being hit, and phone calls. A complete lack of organization about who’s going when and where. Make up your minds! I am significantly less mopey about his leaving this morning, thanks to being so damn annoyed. That should last me through today, until it comes time to make dinner and I realize I am cooking for one and will be for a while. As it turns out, it looks like they will be there until the electricity is back on in Houston, and the best guess on when that might happen is 5-6 weeks. That’s a good deal longer than two weeks. I’m peeved, but I don’t envy Lin having to live in an RV for that amount of time with a bunch of silly guys. It’s going to make him crazy — as crazy as being here by myself that long will likely make me.

So that’s the latest. I feel fairly confident he’s officially gone this time, and I am now officially living alone for a while. I’m going to stick to the usual routine for the next couple of days as far as housework and errands go. Then who knows what I’ll get up to. With just me at home, there’s really not much cooking, almost no dishes or laundry, and the house stays pretty much the same from day to day, so there’s not going to be much in the way of housework to keep me busy. I’m sure I’ll find things to fill the extra time … other than being mopey.

5-6 weeks?! Damn that is a long time.