Don’t get me wrong; he loves us too. He is always there to relieve the day's worry, put Carver to bed every night, and snuggle Greta on the couch while she does her school reading. Sometimes she reads to him because he enjoys it. And my parents, AKA Gram and Pop, come visit him for a few hours at lunchtime to let him out to pee, give lots of scratches behind his ears, wake him up (or he might nap all day), and exercise his lab legs with a ball or toy in the yard. Then when I come home from school, we go for a nice walk, which is getting nicer as we get further along into April.
But Geoff was extra tired after this trip. He came home with the added baggage of a terrible urinary tract infection and without his actual baggage, including his mono-ski and ski bag. He also had to fly in and out of Boston, which is not nearly as easy for him as our more local airport, Manchester, is for him. And it’s a longer drive, which is harder on the body when one is extra fatigued. As much as I would love a night or two, or maybe even a week, alone in a hotel room with my book or TV all to myself, I could not travel like he does in the winter.