Luke Is In Chicago

I am home alone... and it feels strange. I have traveled several times before, leaving Luke behind, but I have never slept at home alone without him, since we moved in together. So far I don't like the feeling, it isn't outright fear, but a certain sense of unease.
I lived alone in Madison for almost 5 years, and I loved it then. I felt so independent, I couldn't imagine living with another person.

I dropped Luke off at the airport this morning, ran a few errands, bought some terrible indulgence food at the store, and settled in to my weekend of solitude. I don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow, but I do know it will involve Cheetos. Mmmm... Cheetos...