A letter to my long-lost husband

Dear Tom,

Remember this?:

This is the entry to our kitchen. Appropriately it has a picture of Red Square where people wear fur coats and drink vodka. I know it only through pictures now; the kitchen, I mean. It's pretty flippin' cold out there, in the kitchen, outside the office. I didn't turn the heater on anywhere but the office.

If you are hungry when you get home you can have pancakes. The batter is sitting on the stove but I'm pretty sure it's ok - the whole of the kitchen has reached fridge temps.

By the way Tom, thanks for putting this up on my side of the bed:

Now I don't have to put all my weight you-know-where (on accident!) crawling over you to turn off the lamp when you fall asleep before me... when did you start falling asleep before me? When I moved the bed so the lamp was on your side? You silly boy.

I love you. Come home and then stay home all day tomorrow, ok? Oh you WILL? How 'bout the next two days?

REALLY?

Hey, thanks a lot!

See you then...