Joe has moved out.
The house is empty of Joe.
No Joe, no queen-sized bed, no chest of drawers, no rifles, no VHS tapes and loose DVDS.
This is the first time I have lived alone --THE FIRST TIME -- since 1998. Since before I was married. For twelve years!
I'm being very calm about it. No hooting or squealing. No dancing in place. I've hardly even allowed the thought to cross my mind aloud.
But OH, BOY!!!