Homework, Argh!

In the last 44 hours I have read 3 books from cover to cover and read one chapter apiece out of 2 additional books. I will catch up this weekend if it kills me!
On the bonus side, I've been reading so much that I've had my fill and I'm actually looking forward a little to writing my papers that are due this week. Ah well. At least I'm not grading this weekend too.

Absence

It's been a busy couple of weeks. I haven't had much time to breathe, let alone blog. My animals were ill and had to have a very expensive trip to the vet. As a consequence of no longer being a whippersnapper and my body starting to fall apart I had to go to the doc and start on some physical therapy again. The doctor actually told me I could no longer expect to do certain things since I am "getting older." That was the first time someone had said that to me. I had definitely thought it before, but as I still have a little time before I am thirty and look much younger than I am, I didn't think I'd be hearing comments like that for quite some time. Ugh.
The work is relentless, but if I play my cards right, I will be done with a very time-consuming class project a couple weeks before Thanksgiving. That will be a HUGE help, as it will give me extra time to pick up the slack I've created by devoting so much time to it. And to start writing all those end-of-semester papers. I can't wait for winter break. I'm thinking me, bed, Brady Bunch for 8 hours or so.... No thinking, just vegitating under a warm blanket in front of the television's gentle glow.

Things are...

Interesting, I suppose. Busy still- it seems that the demands on my time are relentless. And on top of everything, my runner's knee is acting up again and I can't run off my steam. What a fun co-incidence. Now how do I fit in a doctor's appointment? Let alone, how on earth would I be able to fit in physical therapy?
He was pretty normal yesterday, but the day before we went out to dinner and I stared at him for over an hour. I tried to start a variety of conversations, using my teaching skills to create multi-layered questions that couldn't be answered by a yes or no, but he would mumble a word or two and we would return to silence. Or more truthfully, the noise in the pub around us. But we were quiet. I know some of this is related to his illness. Still, what does that mean, really? How do we fix our marriage when he won't talk to me six days out of seven?
I need to find my counselor's number. She's been back from vacation for a while now, and I finally pried a referral out of the cold dead hands of my insurance company. Seeing her again will help some, but there is only so much I can do alone to fix things. There is only so much effort left in my tired little psyche.

By Myself, Again

He's not home tonight and I don't know where he is. I hate this. He won't answer his cell phone and he won't call back. This is the third night he's been out this week, and none of them with me. So I sit at home, alone. You might tell me to go out, have fun, but it's really not an option. My dogs would never get outside or any attention if I came and went when I pleased like he does.
And he'll complain about a lack of physical affection. In the five minutes he's home and I'm awake. The intimacy of it all is just shocking.
Can't wait for the new Broken Social Scene album. This Tuesday- can't wait. You Forgot it in People is my favorite album. Hopefully this will be near as good. I really do buy too much music. I need a support group. Sometimes the music and the dogs are all that keep me going.