It's 1.30am. I should be sleeping, coz I know Lucas is going to want me to be awake tomorrow morning before he leaves. He and I have very different attitudes to sleep and alarm clocks, and I'm surprised it's never been a source of conflict before now, given that we've been sharing a bed for well over five years now.
The man leaves in the morning for "Flagship 2: Fundamentals of Stratigraphy" or something to that effect. ExxonMobil have these training courses that for reasons of pomp and pretence are called Flagship courses, and Flag 2 (as those in the biz call it) involves my man being away from me in the deserts of Texas, Utah and New Mexico for two weeks. I think I can't sleep coz I'm feeling pre-emptively lonely!
Might as well be honest and say that the old marriage has been through some pretty rocky days since the move. Actually the move was good - it was once we started feeling at home here that things got tricky :) I read in The Happiness Project that you're more likely to recall experiences that match your current mood, which makes total sense to me as I can never figure out for sure whether there are more good or bad days, because my memory of their respective proportions seems to be constantly shifting. When I'm depressed about anything, I'm more likely to declare that I've never been happy ever in my life, but it's like the characters in Doctor Who came out of the TV and put a perception filter on my happiness.
In other news, the house is a mess, and I'm bored and not busy enough. You'd think that I'd put those things together and be both less bored and surrounded by cleanliness, but it's pretty apparent that we all know how to sabotage our own happiness. If anyone in Houston is reading this, come over and have a cleaning party with me.
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