Grunts and Groans

Hey, A.

The weekend didn’t play out exactly as I had planned, but it was good nonetheless. And oddly enough, it felt like enough…enough time to relax and be off from work.

After cocktails with C on Friday afternoon, I went home and watched the Memorial Service Friday night; Saturday I stayed glued to the TV throughout the funeral. Eventually I forced myself outside and went out to dinner on Saturday night.

Yesterday I did some nesting in the morning, and eventually went out to the pool in the late afternoon and started reading a new book. I came in—debated on going out for Mexican—and stuck with the original plan of making shrimp Caesar salad and bruschetta. I read some more and went to bed.

Nothing eventful, as you can see, but it was a weekend….another without W, and without much communication. He had a family church function on Saturday and was tied up most of the day, but I honestly was glad for a break from the depression, those phone calls that seem like nothing but a pregnant pause. His response to my always cheerful how are you? has moved from a grunt or “so-so” to “terrible.” Talk about a great conversation starter. Arg. I know that he is terrible, and I don’t want him to lie, but it would also be nice to see some effort to let me be a distracter, our moments on the phone a bright spot in his day. Wishful thinking.

Oh well, I’m back at work and am spared another phone call now until after 3. Maybe by the grace of god he’ll hear about an interview today. This is going to break him. Sometimes I fear it’s going to break us first.

Still, I am well, staying positive where I can. Hope you had a good weekend.

Love,
Barb