For the first time since Thanksgiving, I packed Tim's lunchbox. This morning, Tim got up to go to work. The sad thing is that he was wide eyed and awake at 3 am, sure that one or the other of our alarms would not go off and that he would be late for his first day of work. The sad thing is that when Tim can't sleep, neither do I. We finally dozed off just before the 5 am alarm went off. I remember thinking, drowsily, "I'll just lay here until he gets out of the shower." The next thing I heard was the car starting up in the driveway. He did not get his good by kiss or a 'good luck'. I feel badly about that.