The Gestalt of Days
Every Sunday Afternoon We Forget About Our Cares I awoke this morning in a good mood. A strange night of sleep. I had dreams about my family and the affair, which hasn't really happened before. But the dream was vivid. I had to remind myself it was a dream, so as not to carry that around all day. I checked on Jenny frequently through the morning. She slept until around 10. I came in and, per usual, she immediately hid her telephone. You can't hide your phone in an unobtrusive or secretive manner when the person you are hiding it from is facing you, three feet away. I didn't say anything. I made peace, not with the affair, but with the pointlessness of forcing her to lie to me when I ask her what's going on, or to lie to me and tell me there isn't an affair happening any more. Again, hiding the phone is a regular occurrence, if not daily, almost daily. I do find it tedious. Jenny is depressed, which isn't new. Two days ago the p...