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Drove R-E to work and back yesterday, by way of her mechanic. She moves in a week or so. I regret not being more social and yet simply being both colleague and neighbor may not be enough grounds for a bond.
Christine prickled on a local GIS list. Her prickling was for a good cause, but i obsess about the "self sabotage" such prickling could be. I recognize that i shy away from net-confrontation... and i wonder about gender socialization and the deep motivation i have in wanting to be respected. She is far more the crusader. She is willing to take the risk of being alone, i worry about her being alone.
Mr E slipped out into the night yesterday, after a days of managed outing in harness on the deck, and one afternoon excursion when he stayed on the deck when called. He returned this morning, 6:45 ish, slipping back into the bedroom to his corner of the bed.
I spent last night obsessively updating one of my blogs to the latest Wordpress. Two more to update. I think the behavior was a reaction to the first time i could loose myself in such a task since the days of dyebaths over the Fourth. There's a zone i slipped into, but i resent the time it took. I shouldn't: the zone is a healing place to be. Yet the outstanding Things To Do (upgrading wordpress not on that list) prick my conscience.
Christine prickled on a local GIS list. Her prickling was for a good cause, but i obsess about the "self sabotage" such prickling could be. I recognize that i shy away from net-confrontation... and i wonder about gender socialization and the deep motivation i have in wanting to be respected. She is far more the crusader. She is willing to take the risk of being alone, i worry about her being alone.
Mr E slipped out into the night yesterday, after a days of managed outing in harness on the deck, and one afternoon excursion when he stayed on the deck when called. He returned this morning, 6:45 ish, slipping back into the bedroom to his corner of the bed.
I spent last night obsessively updating one of my blogs to the latest Wordpress. Two more to update. I think the behavior was a reaction to the first time i could loose myself in such a task since the days of dyebaths over the Fourth. There's a zone i slipped into, but i resent the time it took. I shouldn't: the zone is a healing place to be. Yet the outstanding Things To Do (upgrading wordpress not on that list) prick my conscience.
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