This morning W came into my room to say something meaningless. I smiled at her, joked a moment and then went back to what I was doing. I felt the slight pain you feel when you wonder if you said or did anything to make things 'worse'. But it only lasted a minute or two. I've totally stopped 'worrying' about the 'divorce' book I found out she had last nite. I have other things on my mind today that are more imporant than worrying about her and what she may or may not do.
