The sun heaved itself over the horizon this morning, the glare in my eyes was like nature’s own alarm clock. This was the opening of day seven here at Secret Squirrel HQ #3. Today was going to be one of those trying days, where patience and emotional stability is pushed to the limit.
The Missus had to bail back to Secret Squirrel HQ #1 to work at her other job. After a week here taking care of my happy natja, you could tell she was pretty unhappy to have to get back. Especially when you consider that at any minute The Call could come in and she would be eight hours away and the chances of catching me before they roll me away to surgery are a little thin on that timeline.
She will be back up during the weekend, however the general displeasure level is still pretty far up there despite that. We have started using Facetime to get us by until then, but there really is no substitute for The Missus herself.
The reason it seems hard to deal with is that in seventeen years we have only spent a few weeks apart, in total. It is a long time to be with someone 24/7, but we really would not have it any other way.
In an interview, John Lennon was asked why he could not be alone without Yoko. His reply would have been similar to mine:
“But I can be alone without Yoko, but I just have no wish to be. There’s no reason on earth why I should be alone without Yoko. There’s nothing more important than our relationship, nothing. And we dig being together all the time. Both of us could survive apart but what for? I’m not going to sacrifice love, real love for any whore or any friend or any business, because in the end you’re alone at night and neither of us want to be.”
That is what makes this wait at Secret Squirrel HQ #3 harder than most people can understand. It is very nice here. There is plenty of room, a nice kitchen, a couple of neurotic cats, lots of stuff nearby and The Missus’ brother and family has bent over backward to make us comfortable. You really could not ask for better people and surroundings, period. Living out of a hotel room in The Big City where the transplant clinic is, just could not compare to the care and compassion here.
So, we hold on to what we have for the Last Great Wait, hoping that we will all be reunited after The Call and prior to rolling into surgery. And should I not be able to speak with you all beforehand, we will see you on the other side.