Now, since I'm a smut writer, people who don't know me well perhaps believe that we then engaged in hours upon hours of energetic and highly varied and experimental sex. If it pleases you to believe that, feel free. There was, I admit, at least some sex.
But mostly, we spent hours upon hours just lying in the dark and snuggling and catching up. I know that some couples while travelling still spend hours a day on the phone with each other. That's never been our mode -- both of us tend to get caught up in whatever we're doing while travelling, and conversations home are brief and unsatisfying. Which meant that after his being away for two weeks, we had a lot to catch up on. We talked and talked and talked, mostly about academic job stuff, though not entirely, until around midnight. I fell asleep easily, and slept well (which has not been common, the last two weeks).
I've started fretting about this whole possible year apart thing. Kev says we shouldn't borrow trouble -- that I could get one of the three jobs in the area, and then all the fretting will be for naught. But I cannot help it. I fret.