Megan is in the states for three weeks. As happens, I suppose, my habits have slowly changed over the 17 days living alone. For better or for worse, here’s how I know Megan is gone.

* The kitchen table is overrun with sermon planning.
* My “cooking” (which I enjoy) has turned to “heating.”
* I get to use all three alarm clocks myself!
* I can’t remember the last time I closed the bathroom door.
* No readjusting the rear view mirrors.
* Only my jackets hang on the banister
* My body made me buy a salad today; it craves vegetables.
* I went to the video store and got a violent film without thinking twice.
* No laughter.
* I find myself saying, “I wonder if it’s ok to speak to myself out-loud?”

photo by Jose Adrian Salvador