Empty, Empty

Made it through the last day.

K called and reported that he was making macaroni and cheese for dinner..."so I can have leftovers for lunch tomorrow. And I'm gonna fry up some Spam for a sandwich. What did you have for dinner?"

I answered, "I opened a can of pork and beans."

He kept on, "Anything else?"

I said, "Saltines and peanut butter."

How does that phrase go? Everyday's a holiday and every meal's a banquet with you, Dear!

But when we're apart...