Watching The Days Go By

Entry 1    11:55 p.m.  

Couples therapy was fun.  One would never have imagined that Jenny finds me a problem.  She said she is convinced that without me she wouldn't be alive.  She prattled on and on about how much she has learned and changed in the last year.  I argued that this wasn't a growth opportunity for me, and that while I have adjusted my expectations given her illness. The affair and her abject refusal to stop it, I certainly don't feel I've grown. That may largely be a true description of how I feel, but I was really speaking to how little she has changed, and debunking the idea that a terminal illness helps you see more clearly. Instead, from my perspective, it can also magnify your faults, and make them more pervasive, more likely to show up.

I played Boston, Foreplay/Longtime on the downstairs built-n surround sound system, to test it out.  Amazing. The owners also left a lovely Polk Audio subwoofer, not built in, which will add to the fun.  You can take the boy out of Renton.  .  . We managed to move 30 boxes tonight.  At this lace, all boxes mighy be moved by Friday.  Fingers crossed.