Maybe this research on Daniel Boone is getting to me. Although I haven’t heard that phrase in a long time, it came to my mind easily this day. It’s quiet in the house. I can actually hear birds in this concrete world we’ve created (so sometimes I can block out the factory sounds from nearby, the constant hum of the interstate and the heavy machinery making the road wider so all those people who are going nowhere in a hurry can do so without runnng over each other). Sarcasm? Who me?
So I can hear the birds this morning. The house isn’t technically any quieter, but I guess I’m just more in tune to their chirpings this morning. Maybe the coffee is working faster?? Who knows.
Anyway. Last night I had to confess to my husband that I am in love with another man. He took it well, only smirking at me. I think he has suspected it for years. I have 52 copies of the same picture of him that I treasure openly, and I have talked about him many, many times past the point where others wanted to listen. In truth, though, I think that I could not be a good match for Daniel – he stayed gone from home way too much. I am too demanding for that! Not that I’m difficult, I just need lots of quality time in order to be happy in a relationship. Rebecca was a strong, strong woman. <sigh> He is wonderful, though.
Spring “Break” has come to an end for me, as today is the last day. I hope I can finish up my paper today, and I’m trying not to dwell on the fact that I have another paper due in a month, and no “break” to do it in. I suspect the topic won’t be so romantic, either….a psychological disorder. That should do plenty to bring me back to the 21st century.
I must get started, and I think I may try playing some of that classical music I’ve depended on to help me fall asleep this stressful week. Just real low in the background. Maybe that will be nice, now that I’m hearing the factory and that darn dozer – or whatever it is!