"Passion is momentary; love is enduring." - John Wooden

He's got the basic idea, but the specifics may need some fine tuning.

Pam's gone. She called to tell me they all had dinner together, except I wasn't there, so it wasn't really all together.
I'm home by myself.
I had frozen pizza for dinner because I couldn't find the (paleo) lasagna Pam left for me, and I ate the whole thing. Then I stuffed my face with brownies to see if that would assuage my misery.
It didn't.

My brother Mark is doing some contract work for a bank in Portland so we meet for b'fast after I dropped Pam off at the airport. That worked out well and I think we're going to do it again when I got to get her next Monday.

I read more about how to wire a 3-way switch and watched a YouTube video. It all just confused me more; each one had a different way to do it.
I give up.
I called the young electrician who made the connections at either end of the underground power line I ran from MoHo to Fred and he's coming tomorrow morning to do the switches for me. At the beginning of our conversation I said, "I've learned that there are at least 96 ways to wire in a 3-way switch." Turns out that's a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much. He said the arrangement I've got - the way I've run my wires - is called a dead end switch, or something like that.
I'll have to pay him an hour's labor but I consider that an investment in mental health.

Mostly I'm going to spend the next four days doing chores with some writing and maybe working on the truck in between tasks. Sunday I'll go to that church Bob at the coffee shop attends.
Pretty boring, huh?
Meanwhile Pam's hanging out with our kids and grandkids.

Don't you feel sorry for me?