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Today is Mike's first day back at work and my first here at home alone. I knew this wasn't going to be easy, but it's been much harder than I was expecting.

It's just past 12:30 p.m. and I've barely accomplished a thing in the past five hours. I drank a cup of coffee. I fiddled with my cell phone settings. I talked to Mike for five minutes. I got myself dressed and ready for the day. And I've done a load of laundry. Not much for five hours, huh? I keep getting distracted with thoughts of Ryan and drift off to some far corner in my head for a few minutes. Once I snap out of it, I forget what I had been doing before the daydream and end up wandering aimlessly around my house, trying to figure out what project I want to tackle next.

I hate feeling this way. It was getting easier to have more up moments, and now today I feel as though I've taken a complete turn for the worse.

My house is so eerily quiet. I know it was just as quiet before August 9, but today it's painfully silent.

I'm really missing Mike, too. I can't wait for him to get home today so I can just wrap my arms around him and cry into his chest.