He was away all week.
And I was horribly split on how I felt about this.
Because I was supposed to go with him.
And because, we really hate being apart.
But the reasons I stayed behind made sense and I couldn't really argue with them (not that it would matter if I did, but you know, sometimes it's nice to feel as if you have a valid argument) but...
I was happy for him. Really happy for him.
So that took away any pouting or angst about being left behind and I kept myself busy.
Usually, when he goes away, I carry on with normal.
The usual tasks and daily routines.
But this time...there were so many interruptions.
Phone calls and visits.
Phone calls, from well-meaning family.
All of them started out being about concern for my well-being (which amuses me greatly...coz really: I can take care of myself) but then on the second day, turned around into the norm and started being about them.
Which I didn't mind.
Can I come and help them...?
Can I go with them...?
Can I bake something...? (Been recruited for a bake sale).
Can I look this up for them?
And all of it made me happy, because I am feel at my best when I feel like I am being useful to someone but it made me pause and wonder....
They don't bug me to do stuff when Master is here.
And they do get, that we're busy with the business and various projects.
But..is it possible, after all this time, that maybe they get, at least somewhat, the devotion or single-minded focus I give...?
I don't think they would ever say it, but I wonder if somehow, they sense it.
Think it's possible?
Something to ponder...meanwhile, I have a marble cake cooling on the counter and I can't wait till Master gets home!
Going to be slow catching up on Blogland, but I'll make the rounds.