It's September. August is over. Another month gone. Another month closer to dh. I can live with that. According to my countdown on the bottom of this page, there are 83 days left until dh's expected homecoming. When I stop to think about it, that seems far too long. So I try not to stop and think about it.
There is, however, a faint glimmer of hope that he could be home as soon as early November (that countdown is set for November 25th with the fear that it would be more like early December). Please cross EVERYTHING and say any and every prayer you know that could help make that a reality.
When things are bad between us, I can't see how I can survive another week alone much less a few more months. When they're good, though, I still think it's lonely to be stuck here without dh, but it's bearable. Days are lighter. Time moves faster. Things have been pretty good lately (yesterday was a bad day, but we all have bad days. Plus it ended on a good note). So while I still hate it, I can deal with it.
Although, if there's anyone out there who happens to have that particular super power that makes time go by faster, I'd appreciate you kicking that into over-drive just until November. If you can do that, I will repay you--in chocolate.