I haven't seen my wife in almost two weeks. What's worse is that she's been home for the last half of it. We're both incredibly busy, and our schedules haven't crossed much at all. Yesterday she left before I woke up and got home after I went to bed. Recently we've at least had the time to give each other a hug or kiss in parting, but conversation (let alone QT) has been out of the question. Engaging in exhausted rhetoric a couple hours past our respective bed times isn't exactly making the most of each other's company. I had another horribly long and tiring day at work today, and though she got home shortly after I did, we were both basically zombies. We ate dinner together and exchanged a few words. Now she's in the other room playing the piano. She can't really play, so she's finding the keys to old classic tunes. It's like watching a movie where the main character is sequestered in solitude, their every slowed movement betraying their quiet desperation. Except we're each watching the other in that same movie. She's even providing the sound track, though I'm not sure if it's for her or me. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" never sounded so morose. I really miss her.