That little furball is Maddie. She’s Dave’s dog. Why is Dave’s dog being all cute in front of me while I type this up?
Because I got on that 10:23pm train. And I pulled into the CT train station around 1:45am.
I was on my break at work around 7:30pm. While I was just sitting there, I was texting Nikki and Ashley. Said: “My options are as follows. Go to Connecticut, get there at 1:50am, and go straight to bed. Or stay home, and be depressed the entire day on Tuesday. I’m extremely torn. Make my choice for me.”
Both said go. And for some reason it just hit me that I should. Yes, I’d be tired (I was. We went to bed once we got home), but I’d be there. I’d be with Dave. If I had stayed home, I would have been in bed at home feeling depressed and down right now.
Instead, I’m waiting for Dave to get back from his doctor’s appointment, and then we’re going to Chip’s Family Restaurant (which is said to have amazing pancakes).
And while I know I have to go home later today, I already think it’s worth it just to be here. We’re not even together right now and I feel better. Just being in his room, with his dog, on his computer. I can snuggle up in his covers to just watch TV and wait. In fact, I think I just might.
:)
