Monday, November 20, 2006

Couch

When Kirk left I moved to the couch. Not permanently or anything, just for the nights. I did the same thing when he went to Italy a couple of years before. It wasn't the best thing on the back, but our couch was friendly and squashy and not-too-large while our bed was king-sized and distinctly empty.

Actually, there was a more practical reason when he was in Italy. He would call when he got a free moment, and that free moment was often in the very-unsocial hours of the night. If I slept on the couch I could keep the cordless phone on the floor and answer it before I was even awake.

Kirk didn't call from Turkey. He emailed a lot, and used IM all the time, but he didn't really call except for the first 'I'm here, I'm fine' one.

Still, I moved onto the couch, and spent the quiet hours of the night almost, but not quite, awake and listening for the phone to ring.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

you have couch entry twice

Megan said...

smart aleck! This one wasn't my fault though - blogger took it upon itself somehow. I'm sticking to that story so don't even try...

Anonymous said...

so...blogger, where were you on the night of today? don't even try the innocent act, i happen to know that it was YOU!!! you have the perfect motive, the perfect time, the perfect movie accent! i charge thee blogger with the doubling of the couch entry!!! how do you plead?!

Anonymous said...

ooooooh Brother.

Anonymous said...

i liked that quicksand couch, especially when mulli sat on us, we would sink into the couch, and never be seen again. where do you think my youngest sister went???