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January 19, 2003
The phone rings, and without thinking, I pick it up, realizing the time of day is all wrong. When you only get phone calls from five different sources on a regular basis, the traffic patterns are quite distinct.
Of course, it is not good news. An ocean and five time zones away, there's not a damned thing I can do except listen and do my best to be the Voice of Reason. Forget my own situation, my incomplete understanding of Life as A Married, the degree to which I find the relationship incomprehensible, none of it matters. She needs me.