H was away last week because of work.
I missed him, but was also secretly relieved.
It was a very busy week in the office because of the unfolding drama of the Malaysia Airlines plane that had disappeared.
With H away, I was free to focus on reporting the story without feeling guilty.
Marriage, I have discovered, doesn't always sit well with having a career, or at least journalism as a career.
Many times, I have found myself torn between wanting to stay in the office to do a bit more work and going home to spend at least one hour with him before we go to bed or, more accurately, before he sleeps and I stay up another hour surfing stories.
On weekends, I am glued to my devices checking office e-mail, The Straits Times website and our social media feeds.
I get especially distracted when big news breaks, like last weekend when the plane went missing.
On days like these, we don't get much quality couple time.
We're not the only ones.
On any given weekday at, say, 10pm in the newsroom, a fair number of my colleagues who have been in the office since the morning are still at their desks, typing away.
Many have spouses and partners waiting at home, even children.
I'm sure some dislike the long hours, but looking at their high-energy levels even at that time of the night, I'd wager many are rather enjoying their work.
What I'm not so sure about is whether their families share their enthusiasm for their job.
H claims he understands my long hours, and he is by now resigned to how my attention always strays back to work.