Rusty is in the bedroom packing his things — clothes, sunscreen, bug repellent, the satellite phone. He heads back out to the jungle tomorrow for a week-long medical campaign. Seven nights he’ll be gone this time, the longest stretch he’s ever been away at one time.
This week we had together sure went by fast. Here’s to hoping this next week goes by just as fast. Say a prayer for his safety this week — and a prayer for my sanity while you’re at it.
Now I’m off to try to get some sleep. I’m not doing very good at being intentional about my z’s! For the second night in a row, I’ve stayed up past midnight, after saying I wanted to try to be asleep by 11 p.m. Oh, well. Maybe I’ll take a nap tomorrow.