Is 80 F really cold?

General consensus would be a resounding "no," but I'm freezing today. My blood is thiiiiin and my hands are cold. I figured today would feel a lot like the weekend- chilly, pleasant mornings and a hot, sticky afternoon. Nope. As it turns out, I should have dressed in longer sleeves and boots (I talked myself out of it when getting dressed).

Hey, there, crazy hands. Dress: Target...Cardigan: thrifted...Shoes: Nine West Outlet

Well, my Guy is back in town after being away at EMM in Kansas City, KS (That Electronic Music Midwest, for all you non-nerds out there) since THURSDAY. I always have mixed feelings about him being gone for so long.

On one hand, I'm more the type of person who gets excited about alone time and my Guy is recharged by being social. So, when he goes out of town, it's most likely a social/conference type of thing where he can chat it up and be tipsy and loud. And I can stay home, spend hours in pj's while petting the dog on the head and clean the house sloth-style. I enjoy that. I also enjoy "getting out of the house" on my own terms, like meandering my way through neighborhoods and house-looking and winding up at a thrift store and then spend hours picking my way through the racks.
On the other hand, my best buddy is gone for days on end and we thrive on the small day-to-day stories and small pleasures. Like the ice cream cone I made dinner on Friday- no one was there to tease me mercilessly. Where's the fun of contraband eating? Oh, and I forget to eat anything myself if I don't have someone else to feed. So, that's a problem, too.

But, he's back. And kissed me on the cheek at 1 am when he arrived. And I didn't wake up or notice. Good thing I didn't get robbed.