Although I sleep with a 108-lb (as of yesterday's vet visit) dog next to my bed, and a 1.5-lb D-cell Mag-Lite handy, I still don't like to publicly announce when my husband is gone until he's back.
Another two-week military class is now over. My chief cook and bottle washer is back. Without trying, I've lost 2 lbs. eating my own cooking.
Maybe I ought to be feeding the dog my cooking.