Will leaves tomorrow to go back to school. Bill and I will be alone again. I'm not sad about it the way I was when Will initially left in the fall. Mostly because Will is having a great time at college. But I'm still a little depressed. He's happy though, so I'm feeling ok. No tears.
With Will's departure the house gets quieter. Not from his voice but from the music he brings. He and Bill share a love of jazz that is fun to observe. They have an intelligent banter about the genre; they introduce each other to musicians they love, try to stump each other on who is playing on what album/cd, debate the prowess of certain saxophonists/trumpeters/drummers/pianists etc., and they also jam together. I love that part - when they go down the basement and create. I never go down there when they are playing. It's their time together and its precious.