Feb 26, Saturday night

Saturday night, 8:45 and I am ready for bed. I should be sitting with Bryon watching a vid, talking or watching the snow come down. I'm not. The girls were outside playing in the snow, something we don't get here very often. Boots was trying to catch the flakes as they fell, she and Abby had a rip roar of a play. I went inside to tell Bryon, to say he should go to the upstairs window and watch the antics....I started to say his name.....he's not here. My friend tried to tell me that I was a widow, wrong, I am married just a different kind of married. She couldn't get it, kept insisting that I was widowed.Weekends are the worst, they at one time were spent with Bryon, he puttering, me doing housework, coming together for a quick chat and drink then back to our respective chores. Bryon loves the snow, he goes out in the truck, finds an empty parking lot of pulls doughnuts and other antics. He is comfortable driving in it, I am not. As I said, it is Saturday night and I am off to bed.....alone