Last week Devin was gone from Monday through Thursday, touring the wheat fields of Kansas to help with the projected yield for this year's crop. The girls and I missed him dearly. It was the first time I had been alone in... a long, long time. (Usually when he goes somewhere I make my mom come and stay with me, but we are much too far away now for me to indulge in that kind of silliness.) He is out of town again, this time touring Nebraska, and he won't be home until tomorrow night. A few days ago (read: before he had even left) I was walking around with hot, bitter grumblings coming out of my mouth. I was dreading him being gone, leaving me alone, and I was felt that if I complained, well mine was a "righteous" murmuring, and I was entitled to it, because after all, look at what I was being forced to deal with! Alone! By myself! Here! Sometimes, at night, it gets dark!! Can you believe it? Then, as I was really getting into the groove of my grumblings, I re