Was thinking about what feels like it has been missing from our relationship, while we have been raising Jay for the first year, and what it would take to get it back.
I found that it wasn’t sex or our once-again-shelved plans to do a major website on Inca history (a mutual hobby).… Read more
Met an old friend, ESK, for the first time in a long time tonight, for tea and a sandwich and a talk. About how she is stressed at work, as usual, and has asked for new assignments with less managerial responsibility. Again …
I seem to be having this conversation with her every few years, and she is ill more and more often, in so many ways.… Read more
I try to cram in time to connect with other bloggers, but as should be no secret by now, that is really a challenge for me given my current life.
It has been really hard for me to find other blogs of interest, also. I know that sounds snobby but I realize it is also a fault of my own to an extent: I have not spent enough time thinking about what kind of blogs I want to connect with, for example.… Read more
Reality set in today (for the nth time) as I tried to eke out work-hours while Char was away with Jay from the house, for as long as she could do it with her tenosynovitis and morale keeping up with autumn mist-rain.
I got about 4 hours, not all of them good.… Read more
Home alone and time enough for work and to think about whether or not my relationship with Char is in some kind of crisis.
We increasingly get angry with each other, even over small things. We increasingly seem to automatically consider something the other said as an attack, or something done to take something away from us.… Read more
It was a silly argument, but seemed important enough to get quite heated, while we were at it. In essence, I was afraid she was accusing me of not earning enough money. I felt she was not appreciating I had stayed at home and kept a low profile otherwise in business, to support the family shortly before and in the weeks after Jay’s birth.… Read more
Waiting in the cinema for an old friend, and a showing of National Live Theater direct from London, which should make me feel all cultivated, pleasantly aloof and stylish. Instead I feel like a vagabond of sorts.
I biked up here from my rent-an-office-space, the parka not being quite right because the weather is in-between autumn and spring still; and my general physical condition is below average.… Read more