May 22, 2008
I find myself wanting to get on with life, with our life together. I’m tired of waiting for “tomorrow” especially as that is an ill-defined concept, pending the sale of the Gatehouse. I want to start living now, at least find ways to be more comfortable where we are, as we could be here for another year. I cringe, literally, to write that, but it is a fact I must face. And the only way I can face that prospect is for us to be more comfortable in my house, to not repeatedly hear how much Geoffrey hates my house.