It's a bitter taste

I have noticed the past, oh, 2 months, that all the things that I used to enjoy, to find funny, or just bask in, aren't nearly as good without Rey.  We used to laugh at all these random inside jokes (DUH, he's my husband and we were together all the time!!) and my friends now don't crack up the way he does.  Its lame.
I still have this dead weight, sad pain in my chest.  I don't think it's going to go away until he comes home.
Rey informed me that we will be burning all the clothing he took to Iraq, because the whole country smells like, quote, "trash and poop".  His clothes are also turning yellow because the dust/sand is so fine you can't wash it out.
He has been keeping busy by working out, so that he doesn't try to strangle anyone for being stupid. 
Rey finally got to go to church.  He was only able to stay for sacrament because of his work schedule, but I am so glad that he got that much.
He took his external hard-drive to work with him, and had to go out on a job.  When he came back, oh it was broken.  Because stupid marines don't value other people's property.  Jerks.  And I can't send him the parts to fix it because I am not exactly sure what he needs to fix it...it's great.
I did fantastic on my last two exams.  I have 2 more right around the corner, and a ceramics critique tomorrow.
I found a job on base at the uniform alteration shop.  I get to assist those who are not only serving our country and protecting my freedom, but who are doing so with my wonderful husband.  It's the least I can do to show my gratitude.  It's not the best pay, and it is fast-paced and stressful, but I am thankful I get to give like that.
That's all for now.  Night night.