Looking toward an anniversary
Early this morning I walked myself back from my girlfriend's because at 1:00 am she had moved to her couch. She might have had too much soda before bed. She said her sleeplessness had nothing to do with me. Even so and in my blinking stupor, I could see little point in staying and sacrificing the rest of the night's sleep.
By going home I avoided a night full of anxiety and disaffection, yielding instead the sequence of a nap at my girlfriend's, a trip back home to fix my wanky mail server, and a day of fulfilling work. Except for a really terrible phone conversation (and some dissatisfaction with the script of the new X-men movie), today was a perfect day to be a professor.
I had pancakes for breakfast. And potatoes.
Who of us continues to love truly when it comes time to let go?