Shit-kabob.

For the first time in perhaps half a year, the Professor went to bed when I did. He got up when I did too, although that was hunger driven rather than his being ready to rise. In fact, when I came home from work today, he was back in bed. He said he only got about six hours last night, and wanted to try to catch up on the other two. I held my tongue, tempted to point out that he thinks nothing of me doing a steady diet of five and six hour nights. Nothing to be gained and everything to be lost there.

I’ve cooked a fair number of dinners over the past few nights, and we’ve been accumulating left-overs. I hate to throw food out, so I told him last night that tonight was going to be left overs. He “whinged” about that. (Whinge is a new favorite word of his. I’m coming to think that he feels it’s softer than complaining, and thus allows him to get away with expressing something less than enthusiasm over the state of things.). He asked again what we were having for dinner tonight, and then answered his own question with “oh yeah, we’re having a shit dinner.”

Beeeep! Wrong answer, but thanks for playing. Next contestant please. I note at this juncture that there are again two days worth of dishes piled up in the kitchen again.

Part of me feels like getting a few turds out of the cat box, skewering them artistically on a shish kabob stick, and leaving them out on a dinner plate for his return tonight. I don’t think I’m feeling quite that angry. He’s on his own when he gets back from teaching, though. I intend to be in bed. With any luck, I’ll even be asleep, catching up on lost Z’s.

I went over to the ex’s tonight to pick up the mail that continues to straggle in to the old address for me. Most of it is advertisements. I’ve told him many times that he doesn’t need to save every flyer that the pharmaceutical companies send me, but he saves all the ads, freebee magazines and bulk mail with my name on it. We talked for about five minutes, but I could see he felt awkward so I took off. When I got home, I found a birthday card from him mixed in the mail.

With the Professor on a “normalized” schedule, I feel like I should be planning to do something this weekend. It isn’t often we get to spend full days together. I’ll have to give this some thought. I’ve got find ways to remind myself that there’s more to this relationship than shit-kabobs.