I feel out of sorts tonight. I'm in love with Google.

Ryan is out of town, visiting his uncle in Omaha, so I'm alone for the weekend. It's a really bizarre feeling; not quite lonely, but yearning perhaps? Wistful? I know he's out there, not that far away (nothing a couple hours worth of driving couldn't fix), but it's still weird to have to go to bed by myself. I haven't done that in a while, at least not without knowing that he would be home soon to crawl in bed beside me and press his butt against mine (we've always slept butt-to-butt, don't ask me why). I don't know if I'll be able to sleep without the backgroup snoring noise.