Chocolate for Dinner

I am having a fat free brownie for dinner at my desk at the office, waiting for a secretary to make changes to a document that should not be taking nearly as long as they are taking to make. Edward is at home, preparing to leave for DC in the very early morning. He will likely be asleep by the time I get home. So we won't really get to say goodbye. He'll be in DC until Monday night or Tuesday - longer than we have ever been apart since we started living together. I hate not being there with him right now. It makes me yearn for a simpler, more predictable job. It makes me angry and frustrated. It makes me eat chocolate for dinner.