3/25/11 White Light in action

"And when they asked me why I was leaving... I told them!" Even through the phone, she sounds vaguely surprised at her candor, and I laugh.

"And then that other place, Fortuna? Forino? whatever, yeah she called me up today and asked me to come in for an interview," she says.

Smiling, I say, "Of course they did."

3/24/11 - then who CAN you tell?

Woke up early to do yoga because I won't be able to do it tonight, as I have rehearsal. Katie is despondent over her job, not because it's particularly hard (though it is) as much as it violates her intense sense of justice and fairness. Apparently some people are slacking but get better tables and more money while she busts her ass and gets less.

When I go to sleep, I need darkness and quiet, while she prefers sound and light.

3/21/11 - Nothing can be OK, too

Katie's not feeling well, but she still has to go to work today, thankfully not a double shift. She and I will be home tonight, and we will eat ice cream (after I do yoga and sit - I believe I am at 13 consecutive days, which is only 23 days off my goal for lent!) and watch Battlestar Galactica.

We sat in silence for a while last night, and then she apologized for not having anything interesting to say. I told her, "We've got a million months to go, and chances are we won't always have something to say."