More seas... I'm resting in them, I think. A way of keeping going, no matter the to-do list, anxieties. Things are fine, just still more of a tossed salad rather than a smooth soup. K started back half-time today, that will help both of us. Stir crazy does not look good on him. Nor does my constant, "Are you leaving the house sometime soon?" We both need routine.
It's our 39th anniversary today. We're both glad about that.
There were four years of off and on before we got married. There was a time during my senior year of high school when he would come home from college every other weekend. During which he would break up or get back together with me, depending on what he had done the last time. Over and over. Two girlfriends wrote to him, asking him to end it for good, because being around me during the aftermath of these visits was making them crazy.
We all made it through that year, and then I went to Alaska for the summer, and new drama began... but that's another story.
Sorry about all of the loose threads on this photo. Didn't have my glasses on.