An Empty Nest

My family has been in Texas for a week. It has been nothing short of awful. My wife is my best person and my son is my best human under two feet so my loneliness has been palpable. The duplex is too quiet. I think someone is living in the crawl space above our hallway. There might be a troll in the shower. Tumbleweeds keep rolling through the living room. Seventeen and a half hours until I get my family back. This was written on May 4th.