Winter Weight

I am getting chubby as the fall turns to winter. It's not as bad as it could be, but I've been feeding my sadness over Mr. Wonderful's departure with pasta and wine. Delicious and deadly.

I miss him. It's been seven days, but it feels like I haven't seen him in a month. Is time really traveling at the rate we think it is? Because it feels like I won't see him again in a very long time. This makes me sad. Not only am I carrying physical weight, I am also carrying around my emotional weight. Sigh. I hope winter will be over soon.