Tonight I drank enough to make up for the last six dry nights.
There we were, first-semester students with bottles of wine, sitting in a dorky metal-chaired circle in the lawn.
It was good.
These people I have met are simply incredible.
But now I miss the way my husband smashes me into the mattress.*
Seven more days to go.
I will enjoy them.
But I also look forward to the simple joy of being overcrowded in a bed.
* again. FYI: not sexual.