Incompletely In the Dark

     I don't like to brag (although, I would if I had more talent) but I can put away my earrings in the dark.  I can do this because, like everything else in my life, my jewelry box is organized.  My inexpensive earrings, which are most of them, are arranged by colors in a nine compartment drawer. The expensive ones, by which I mean over $10, are assigned other sections which I can also locate in the dark.  My spice rack is arranged alphabetically as are our DVDs, although Reed tends to be the alphabet Nazi of the DVDs.
     The reason I have so much experience putting away earrings in the dark is because my husband has started going to bed at 10 p.m.  He is the main mechanic at the hangar, and even when there are others available to launch and retrieve airplanes, he suffers from "indispensable" syndrome and believes he is the only one who should be burdened with the extra duty.  Sometimes he needs to stay late, sometimes he goes in early.  I love my husband and going to bed together is important to me, but I am 55 years old and would like to have a later bedtime than when I was 12.  I am becoming experienced at getting ready for bed in the dark and, being incurably organized, cannot just leave things in piles until morning.  At this point in our marriage, groping in the dark just means that I'm putting my clothes away.
     When we miss our time for pillow talk, I lie there in the dark feeling incomplete.  Also incomplete is whatever pass my husband was making hours earlier.  Even if he wakes up when I come to bed, too much time has passed and I am willing to pass too. There must be a way to arrange our schedules to make us more compatible, but right now I am in the dark.