I feel just like I did when I sent my kids off to their first day of school, sending my husband off to work. I got used to having Cliff around all day. Oh, he wasn't under foot; once he started feeling up to it, he found something outside or in the shop or barn to work on. But all I had to do was go outside and hunt him up.
I'm not concerned about his health, returning to work. It's terribly hot there, but he's used to that at home. He actually seems to have more stamina and energy than he's had in five years, since he's recovered from surgery.
It just feels strange to be here alone. Cliff had gotten in the habit of coming inside at six PM to watch CSI with me, so he could make fun of "squirrel-ears" Grissom, and point out how bow-legged he is.
Next week the granddaughters will be here, and things will have a more normal feel.