Tomorrow I leave for a short business trip to Indianapolis. That in itself is not notable. Simon will not be joining me. That is quite new, and a bit angst provoking.
My trip will be short, a mere 48 hours, but I’m still a little nervous about it. I’ve only recently gotten used to being away from Simon for a seven-hour stretch. Forty-eight seems like forever.
For the record, I’m not at all worried about Simon. He’ll have Matt, his Bubbie, Kathy, and his Grandma looking after him while I’m away. He’ll be fine.
It’s less clear how I’ll do. I know I’ll miss him at night and in the morning, but I’m not particularly worried about that. I’m not even that worried that Simon will miss me and I won’t be around to comfort him. Deep down, I think I’m more worried that I’ll be away and he won’t miss me at all!
Now that is a level of self-centeredness that is none too pretty. My little guy, by contrast, is looking quite pretty in a toothy way these days. This photo will be my “fix” on the road.