Matilda and Lanzo, I'm trying to think what part of the country has frequent storms that quickly come and go, and then reveal a peaceful blue sky and pure air. This is what it's like being married to my W.
She hurt her wrist yesterday trying to protect our cat from the handyman's dog. Hopefully, it's simply a soft tissue strain.
We were up practicing dancing until midnight, so I didn't fall asleep until 12:30AM. She had to be at work at 8AM.
I didn't wake-up until 7:30AM (I'm usually up at 6AM to write my poetry). There was a note on my mirror, but it was not legible. The only thing I could decipher was that she was calling in sick. I noticed that she was up and in her bathroom, then went back to her room, so I figured she was up (apparently not).
As I was preparing to leave and say goodbye to her, she came storming out asking why I didn't wake her. Once again she placed the responsibility of waking-up on me, and hoped that her note would coordinate things. Normally, it would have worked, but my sleeping-in derailed her plan.
Now, she's mad at me blaming me for her calling in sick to work ten minutes late. She also had decided on her own, that she was going to work.
I sent her an email this morning explaining how I woke-up late, and couldn't read her scrawled note. I'll just have to let it go beyond this point, though further scolding is possible.
CL
CL 53 W 54 M 20 yrs. 03'-09' Separation + Old Patterns + GAL 10-14' Piecing
"The Master allows things to happen. She shapes events as they come."
