Now isn't it interesting that shortly after posting about that "novel-in-a-month" insanity that I disappear for several days without having anything to say? I sign of writer's block to come, or just legitimately busy? Perhaps a little bit of each.
Or, maybe, just spending some time with my wife, who had a really bad week last week? Hoping to make her weekend just a little bit better, not dividing my attention between her and any writing projects? That sounds noble. I'll stick with that story.
Among the people we saw over the weekend were my brother, who is now once again employed. He took us to a nice dinner (and drinks) to celebrate his first paycheck and thank us for our support during his difficult last year.
We also got a surprise call yesterday afternoon from a friend who we thought had disappeared into love-land. Her new boyfriend, who we each thought was a potentially dangerous control freak, had such a hold on her attention that she'd apparently given up on the need for outside friendship (he also convinced her to give up working and her college courses and just stay home to cook and clean for him). Until, that is, she called yesterday at 2:00 PM.
What we've missed, while he's been hiding her from us, is that he's attempted to have her committed, but is also trying to get her pregnant, but has yet to broach the subject of marriage. This is just a sampling of what's been going on in her life. The impression that Leslie and I had of this guy as a potentially dangerous control freak now seems to be both prophetic, and only the tip of the iceberg.
We, of course, encouraged her to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible, and that she's not the crazy one in the relationship. It also made us realize that whatever problems we were complaining about last week were absolutely nothing in comparison, leaving us ready, once again, to face a new week upon rising this morning.