Too much time to think

The Professor has finally brought himself almost completely around to a diurnal schedule. He went to bed an hour earlier than I did, and awoke an hour earlier than I did. This is a huge change from just two weeks earlier when his schedule had him going to sleep at six in the morning and getting up early afternoon.

The strange thing is that, even though we are sharing waking hours, we don’t seem to be sharing the day. He’s on his computer (and I am on mine, it should be noted). He’s writing, I was doing some work on the sites we administer. He’s fooling around on the heavy metal discussion forums, and I’m fooling around on MSN Gaming Zone.

I think back to the concerns I had when I was married. This isn’t necessarily fair, but I still worry. How much separateness is healthy in a relationship, and how much is a trouble sign? *sigh* Yes, I know, it varies from couple to couple. I’m going to have to find our balance. Part of me is clingy, expecting attention if he’s awake. And yet part of me is independent enough to resent when he barges into the middle of a project I’m doing and wants attention himself. Apparently, I’m a bundle of contradictions. I’d best sort them out soon though, or I might as well expect another relationship to go down the drain.

Yesterday we spent the day cruising the back roads of Pennsylvania Dutch contry. Lots of horse and buggy activity, many fields being plowed by five or six mule teams, lots of kids playing in the front yards dressed in blues and purples and greens. I shelled out for seats on the lounge car of the Strassburg scenic rail trip, and we ended up having the car completely to ourselves. Velvet upholstered seats, stained glass window frames, cherry interior, and a cheesy commentary to and from Paradise. Still, it’s something I’ve wanted to do for years, and I’m glad we did it yesterday before touron season starts in earnest. I wanted to find a wet bottom shoo-fly pie since the Professor never even heard of shoo-fly pies before, but all I could find was a dry bottom one. Never mind. I’ll cook up some hot tea to go with and make a treat of it later tonight. If I’m really lucky, he’ll hate it and I’ll have the whole thing to myself.

A friend of mine from vet school sent out an ad for an opening in a vet clinic she and her husband purchased last year. It’s in a town about an hour from here. Four ten to twelve hour days per week, with an income half again what I’m making now. I have to ask myself yet again why I prefer food animal practice to companion animal practice. There is no way I’m ever going to make that kind of money where I am now.

The Professor mentioned either going to a movie tonight or renting a couple of DVD’s. Perhaps I’ll see what’s playing and find out if he’d be willing to take in a matinee.

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