It was windy as hell last night. It was cold, too. But under the covers, it was warm. Neither one of us wanted to move.
“It’s so still outside,” Julia whispered softly. “It feels like nature is waiting for something.”
I could hear the awe in her voice as she spoke, both of us noting how the stillness outside was within the house as well. Of course, part of the elusion could simply have been that the window was open a bit. But when I got out of bed and pushed it all the way up, listening, I looked back at Julia and said, “There was a bigger event that took place than just a full moon.” I felt a hand take my own, Julia having silently slipped out of bed to stand beside me.
“Something’s shifted,” she said. “I guess we’ll know soon enough what that something is. But it’s not bad. I don’t feel like it’s bad, do you?”
“No,” I replied. Julia then put her arms around me and said, “I know we’ve gotten a late start, but do you think you could give a pretty girl the honor of your presence with her in the shower?”
She was working from home again, mainly using her part of our office building for couples counseling when she goes into town. I like when she’s here.
I’ve often thought of selling the building and converting the guest house in back into an office for both of us, but Julia won’t hear of it. She is right, of course. We are the best landlords in Newton, having taken over the operation of Newtonian Gardens Apartments from Goldberg Realty Assoc. We’ve certainly lowered the rent and raised the quality of living in that place. In fact, Julia is thinking we should buy more office buildings and apartment complexes.
“Besides… I’m not big on doing couples counseling from home,” she said, the last time we talked about it. And… Upon reflection, I can see where that might be a problem for both of us.
All Websites have been updated, and I got the ball rolling by resurrecting a 288-page site, merging its contents with Brian Schnabel’s Head Space. I am determined to get it done by the end of the month. I certainly got a good start with it today, having found a way to get all the way up to the end of 2021 in hardly any time at all.
Cleaning up the code was a snap, and Copilot was helpful in generating excerpt descriptions for each post, something they never had before.
Julia finally came into my study to drag me into the kitchen for dinner. “I thought I was intense when focused on a project, but you? I was waiting for furniture to start moving around in the entire house,” she said laughing at one point. Then she kissed me and said, “It’s a good thing. I like it. Just don’t burn yourself out with that stuff.”
I looked at her questioningly and she said simply, “You forgot to have lunch.” She pointed it out playfully enough, but I got her meaning and Julia moved on to talking about other things as we ate.
The evening was calm: Julia read a new psychology book while I finished David Schwartz’s Magic of Thinking Big on Audible with WQXR’s classical music in the background. After she fell asleep, I took the opportunity to slip into my study here and do some journaling, which I’m now done with. The day is process and all thoughts have been filed where they need to be.
And now? Now’s a good time to go into the living room, collect my lady, and carry her off to bed. We can’t have her sleeping in there alone all night. “That would be wrong!”