I find that my life without him is extremely orderly. Everything is clean and no one leaves their belongings in a happy trail, indicating tangibly where the Leave-ee currently is. He and his aftermath are like a giant connect-the-dots puzzle. If you ever need to find the JoyBoy, just follow the myriad gear he's left behind. Start with the shoes and move along to the keys, the wallet and the IPod. Then cast your eye about for his pants and his balled-up work socks. They punctuate where he's been most recently.
But you know, my recent life is also kind of colorless. He is the Spice and the Flavor. He is the italics function on our keyboard. He is the neon light flashing in the window, beaconing us all to come in here right now! It's fun and loud and action-filled here! There has been very little dancing around these parts. We're not all groaning in exaggerated (but secretly delighted) disgust as he thunders out his Frank Sinatra albums with accompanying JoyBoy song and dance. Only he can pull it off. It'll be officially good to have him home again.