161: 4.3 How do you measure?

Time is counted in the number of weekends. It is sometimes four, sometimes five. A goes home about once a month for work. And although in every other facet of my life, I use days or hours to countdown to events, I don't when it comes to measuring the time we are apart. Days in double digits seem like such a devastating and unsurmountable figure. It makes the wait even more agonising than it already is.

Weekends are our unit of choice. It is short enough to be perceived as a bump rather than a hill (as maybe a week is perceived). And as A often flies home on a Friday, the illusion of a smaller number of weekends to the number of weeks does well for our overall morale.

In this particular time we are apart, today I woke up and realised that today was a Sunday and that marked another weekend crossed off from the list. There was meant to be another weekend ahead, being the last obstacle to overcome until our long anticipated reunion. But A was the bearer of great news this morning. One more weekend, became zero because he managed to pry himself from work a little bit early this time, Alhamdulillah.

Since hearing the good news, nothing really could have dulled my day. Although the on-call was challenging and long, I made it through somehow being able to maintain the smile on my face and the skip in my step. I have five more sleeps till his return, and I cannot wait!