For the first time in my 29 years with my super talented bride, Sheilagh Weymouth, we are separated by more than a few days. Or even a couple of weeks. She has gone to California to star in the Tony awarded play, Vanya & Sonia & Masha & Spike at the Sierra Rep, playing Sonia. I am thrilled for her, but it is a strange, freeing, sad, joyous, lonely, creative, monastic, interesting time for me. I will be flying out in a month to see the show, but until then, no wifey.

So, I am very fascinated to know if any of you Gothamites have experienced this sort of lengthy separation from your significant other. If I was a sisterwife, I'd have plenty of support and understanding from my co-wives.

Of course this is a #FirstWorldProblem. She's not gone off to war. We have iPhones & Facetime & Facebook & many other ways of seeing/speaking/loving each other.

I'm not really so worried. I like my own company very much, am able to amuse myself rather easily, and have plenty of things to do, but it still feels a bit odd.

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation." -Khalil Gibran