It really is my lucky day!

3 posts from you today!...

I by no means was saying anything other than what applied last night. You felt at a loss for what to write and I thought, I'll make a suggestion. Even if today's not a day you need to unload or process, there's always something to write about. And since we were on this We love books jag, I figured I'd get a little more out of you there.

Vent all you want. It's a founding and fundamental objective of our journalling and, I dare say, our friendship... a place to dump, a person with whom to share everything and anything, without fear of judgement. So I won't respond, or answer the questions you were throwing out into cyberspace (as you instructed), but I will say this:

Even couples who have what I perceive as loving and functional marriages--like you and J--have issues that lead me to respond in my head to some perceived, some articulated, querie into why I haven't moved things forward with W with, Why, pray tell, should I want to get married? Oh my god, it's so much work! Even my long distance relationship is work, but marriage? I'm way too lazy and insecure to tackle the day to day issues and disappointments and mysteries of marriage.

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The book today was Ask Me Later, by Jill A. Davis. A few years ago I read her first novel, Girls' Poker Night (recommended by Ellie), and really liked it. I passed it on to L, who passed it on to her sister-in-law. Well, this one came to me in reverse order. She is great. You'd definitely want to be her friend too. It was a really quick read, and because I read 50 of the 250 pages last night, it didn't require a full day at the pool by any stretch. Since I'm having a friend over tomorrow, I was glad to have the time to continue tackling the clutter (most of which is junk mail and catalogs and receipts and old to-do lists) that seems to multiply like lo mein while eating it. With every pile that goes in recycling or my shredder or the garbage, another appears. And of course, since I have albeit self-diagnosed ADD, tasks take much longer than they should. As I shred a bank statement, I wonder how much I have accumulated in my retirement fund and decide to go looking for my annual statement. As I tuck away some photos to put in an album another day, I decide I want to look at the album from the year S was born. Random. Ultimately--here's a little more science coming at you--gas expands to fit its container. If I had only 30 minutes to clean and prepare for guests (because I really don't live like a pig), I could get it done. But when I have 2 days to get it done, I'll use that whole space of time. C will come over tomorrow and we'll have a good time, regardless.

Enough. Red wine calls.

Love, Barb