The husband leaves at 10am tomorrow morning. I have plans, I have friends coming to stay, I have my family and his family all telling me to come over whenever. I think they think it'll all be fine. I'll be busy, between the Goblin and the dog, we've a lot on. And I have work.

But I see the sunsets and the long nights ahead, and that's where being alone scares me a little bit. We haven't spent more than 5 nights alone in a decade, and he's going to be gone for three weeks. I'm not going pretend there aren't upsides: I can get his Christmas present made, I can have Goblin's godmother stay over, I get the whole bed to myself (and Dashi), and I get private midnight fantasy time with my left hand.

I'm going to borrow from Jason Aldean when I say, that I get up and face the day just fine all my myself. No one I work with will ever know anything is wrong. I can get done whatever it is the day needs, the house will still be standing, the washing will get done, everyone will be fed and walked and watered. I expect to most people, I won't even seem lonely, after all, there will still be three of us in the house.

I haven't slept alone in years. Even when I took young sir and the dog camping, Fox and I shared an air bed. We always do, and I think nothing of it. I'm trying to count backwards right now and figure out the last time I slept alone... the night before we got married, and I wouldn't describe that as sleeping, more like tossing and turning. That was over three years ago.

So if you see me alone at three in the morning ad I tell you I'm fine, nod along and smile, but don't believe me. I don't do lonely well.