Thursday, 21 August, 1997 08:05
Karen and I resolved our problems in about fifteen minutes last night after she got home from work. She, too, had been thinking about it all day. Our relationship is just as important to her, after all, as it is to me. Sometimes I tend to forget that. When we are both working to solve a problem, that problem will be solved. And part of the solution was, of course, finding out what the real problem is. And the real problem was 75% of my own doing...
Work. I wish that there was a way of gradually getting into it on Wednesday night, but it never happens. Oh, it wasn't real bad, but my lack of sleep made it seem a lot worse than it really was...
We had a cartoon in yesterdays' paper, the cop read off a list of violations to the motorist, then said, "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to step out of the car for an intelligence test..."
This is a short entry. My brain is empty, though. And my fingers are tired, too.
...While You were Sleeping...