Missing

I'm missing my husband. I don't mean the lonely kind of missing. I mean, I'm not quite positive where he is.

He had to take the ship up to a neighboring port today. He was planning on coming back tonight, but warned me that he might not be able to make it, with some stuff going on at work. Okay, baby, fine. Just let me know what your plans are.

That was at 4am (argh!!) this morning.

That was the last time I talked to him.

So I'm pretty sure I know where he is. And I'm not really worried. Even though I've tried email and cell phone.

No, I'm not really worried.

But it is kinda embarrassing, when your in-laws call, and you have to admit you're not sure where your husband is.