it's me...and i can't get myself to go away...

One day.
That's how long the up north magic lasted, and it was my fault. I didn't call him at work. It's not that I didn't think of it, but I didn't have anything to say, not taking into account what it would do for him to just hear ANYTHING from home at all.
He vowed not to call me, and I said I'd call him and I didn't. I had nothing to say. He's at work.
Big, Fat, Fail.

Now he's sleeping on the couch and I should be over there with him, but when I just was, he was a stone statue.

2 more months. Any bets on how this goes?

Since I'm so glutton for punishment, I'll go back over there. I'll snuggle up against his chilliness. And hope.