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I put curiousangel on a plane this morning. He's off to Atlanta for an eight-night business trip - I'll pick him up at the airport on my way home from work next Tuesday.

Sometimes I enjoy being alone, and sometimes I don't. This time I seem to be feeling anxious and clingy, and not very happy about being by myself. Doing some introspection about that:

(1) I seem to be associating this trip with two other separations, both of which were very unhappy: my nightmarish return to Iowa to finish collecting my dissertation data in September of 2002, and an eight-day trip curiousangel took in the fall of 1999 which caused us significant relationship angst. This trip has nothing in common with either one of those, but they still seem to be on my mind an awful lot.

(2) Our Spanish exchange student will be arriving while Michael is gone. She comes in Thursday July 1, and Michael doesn't come home until July 6. I'm nervous about being on my own with her for all that time, solely responsible for making sure that she's happy and entertained and everything. I tend to be anxious about new people and new social situations anyway, and being Michael-less makes it worse.

(3) Just in the last few weeks, we've started having a problem with cockroaches. I don't know if they're doing something different next door, or what, but we went from seeing exactly one roach in the first year of living in the house, to seeing one or two a week. The exterminator is coming Wednesday morning. I'm terrified of bugs, especially beetle-y things, and I'm afraid that I'm going to see roaches without having Michael there to kill them and dispose of them for me. Especially I'm afraid that when I go to clear out the cabinets for the exterminator, I'm going to see a roach on my pans or food or something, and I'll be so disgusted that I'll never be able to go into my kitchen again and we'll have to move.

wcg is spending the night tonight, so at least I won't be all by myself right away.