And counting. The M. Clock now reads 2:0:0:30, although I can’t remember if I set it at the flight time or what. His flight leaves at about 9:30 a.m. on this December 17, 2003. It looks like for this year at least I’ve had my last back rub and my last cup of M.-made coffee.

He’s taking his last 2003 shower at what has become our place. Now, I get to reclaim the floor of my bathroom, replacing Muay Thai/Streetfighting/Business Week masculinity with I don’t know. Maybe Cosmo and the Atlantic Monthly? Although, I don’t think AM is femme-y enough to reclaim a bathroom. Who am I kidding, for awhile I had a homeowner’s repair guide in there, just so I could study up on heating and plumbing.

Ahhh, well, change is good, right?

(This post will likely be the only one anyone ever sees that clocks in at 7 a.m.)