So this weekend was the last time (for real) I got to see Steve for at least a few weeks and at most a few months. I guess it's not all that bad; people have gone longer and it's not like I haven't done this "flying solo" thing before. Just like old times? Hardly, but now I'll be able to work myself into numbing routine that will let the days slip by and leave me too exhausted to think about what I'm missing. I hope.