Grateful either way

I'm a little melancholy today. I'm trying to power through it with housework and earlier even attempted looking cute as an antidote but no dice. I'm back in my pajama pants and flying the white flag. Those of you out in blogger land with someone to come home to, thank your lucky stars. How does that go, better to have and not need, than need and not have? I am reminding myself of the advantages, the unilateral decision making on things he might object to, the singular agenda, the time to myself, half the laundry, smells, and messes. I know this melancholy will pass but today I'm a little restless and sad he isn't here-if he's to come at all. It is sharply cold out and the dog has diarrhea (result of some ill-gotten gains during a routine sidewalk contraband run). I would love to snuggle into someone else's warmth and would have children with the man who took Baloo out right now. Trying, trying, trying to be grateful either way.