Then there are other days, like today, when I do not feel at peace. Something is lacking. And I know exactly what it is. Q has been particularly cuddly and yummy lately, so to go for several hours without his presence produces a feeling of unease. To not smell his skin. To not feel his drool-y (yes, still) face pressed against mine. Oh, how I miss my cuddle buddy and all of his endearing qualities.
His contagious energy. Which I'm in desperate need of lately.
His endless charm.
|Flirting with our neighbor|
It's days like this when I count down the hours until I'm kicking it with my Q. Until he headbutts me so hard that I get whiplash. And then it's back to wishing I was in my office, chai in hand.