This week I was reminded of how much I dislike sleeping away from my wife. I was able to go to a conference in Atlanta, Georgia for work. I stayed in a nice hotel, the Hyatt Regency Atlanta, on the 22nd floor (I always request the highest floor possible because I like the view and I figure if the hotel collapses there will be less rubble on top of me for the rescue teams to dig through in order to get to me). The pillows were great, the mattresses very comfortable, and the room temperature ideal. Yet each morning (I was there for three nights) I would wake up after seven or so hours of sleep (which is more than I normally get) absolutely exhausted. The first day I didn't realize what it was. The second day I did. I was lonely without my hunnybunches. I don't like being away from my lover girl. Suffice it say, I was pleased to be home last night sleeping in my own bed next to my sweetheart.
p.s. Cami managed to finish her paper that night, turned it in the next morning, and received an "A". She's pretty amazing!