Quiet

Matt left early Monday morning for Atlanta. He left Atlanta Monday night for Memphis, and is still there as we speak. He will land home to Tampa tomorrow at 8pm. The poor guy has been getting up early and working late on a project there. He is such a dedicated, hard worker and I admire that so much about him. He gives his job his very best, but he leaves it there at the end of the day. I love that. He can be stressed, exhausted, and have 10 things that needed to be done yesterday, but they remain at the office or our garage door at the very least. The world may be on his shoulders, but you would never know. When he's home, he's home and despite any stress or fatigue he is wonderful to be around.

I am not like that. When I'm tired I'm crabby and if I had a bad day at work, you'll know about it. I don't keep the pains of fatigued feet and tired legs to myself. If it's been an especially rough day, just feed me a little dinner and send me to bed. Exhausted is something I have never done well but I have a feeling I'm going to get better at it in the near future.

Needless to say, with Matt gone the house has been quiet. There is the occasional noise of the TV in the background but I don't really watch it much. Every now and then the cat yelps out in her old senile way and the phone rings here and there. Other than that the house is still and although it may seem lonely or empty, I've taken it in. Words like "still" or "quiet" may not roam the insides of these walls for years to come so I've enjoyed the peacefulness of it's lack of sound.

This is day 4 though. I'm ready for him to be home.