It's weird, this sense of counting down.
Next weekend, he has the monthly meeting a few suburbs away Friday morning – Saturday early evening. I anticipate leaving the weekend after that. My in laws are coming down the Monday or Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and I plan to be long gone by the time they arrive in Tennessee.
So this is the last full weekend I'll spend here with him. Even that isn't necessarily the case, for tonight he's at a cocktail party without me. Weekends have been tough over the last year. Glaring examples of how difficult it is for us to spend time together without the distractions of the workweek. Last weekend we were together, but before that I was in New York, and the two weeks before that, more business that took him away.
I wonder when and if I will look forward to weekends once again.