For anyone who knows me well, it will probably come as no surprise that I was quite relieved when I came up with a reason why this whole situation is (mostly) my fault. For those of you who don’t know me well and, yet, are still interested, I hope by the time you finish reading this “book”, you’ll have a general idea.
Half a week later… and if anything, the extremes of my feelings are worse instead of better. If given the chance, I’m not sure whether I’d throttle her or thank her. There’s not much room for anything in between right now. Either way, I’m pretty sure I’d be bawling while doing it.
I know she wasn’t happy, though. I hope she finds happiness. That’s the honest truth.
I said that I didn’t know which, but I do want to say “thank you” for the best 14+ years of my life (so far).
I had a realization while I was driving to work this morning…one of those points where you experience something and think, “This is going to be important later. I need to mark it.” Since this web log is my place for recording stuff like that, you (my 5 readers) are about to get an “earful”.
The following started as an email reply to a good friend who offered the sincere belief that time spent around friendly people I know at an activity I used to participate in would be a “cure” for depression. The more I wrote, the more I realized it should probably be shared with anyone I know who cares to read it. So, here goes…
Well, after lots of time making sure the design was okay and more time building the back end and more time getting enough content to reach “critical mass”, the Huntsville Master Chorale web site is now open for business.
This has just not been our year so far. Not 2 weeks after I recover from the flu, Amy is now sick with some kind of virus (doctor says probably not flu, but symptoms are similar). For those that already know, she’s doing okay. She’s resting a lot, drinking plenty, and ibuprofen is keeping her fever and aches under control pretty well. I’m just hoping I don’t pick this one up. After already missing a week of work, the last thing I need is to miss more. Anyway, the important thing is that she’s doing okay.
As of yesterday, Amy and I have been married for six years, and I somehow never got around to actually saying the words, “happy anniversary.”