He is leaving on a jet plane...

Well, on Tuesday morning at 430am, T flew off of a business trip. He phoned me later that day saying that Arizona was 104 degrees, and that he was hopped up on choco covered coffee beans. He returns late on Sunday.
Damn, I miss him. Lots.
While it's a good thing that I'll be able to greet him at the airport, it's absolutely horrible that he's gone.
Did I mention that I miss him?

T just called. All is well down there. He's done some shopping and what-not.
He's so far away right now. It sucks big time.
I miss him.
I think I'm going to go cry now.