6-1-21
Back to work. On a Tuesday of all days. The weekend was fun but ended as it started to run. Amelia is doing great on potty training. We are sleeping better. Work is consistent and we’re not struggling. But why am I so depressed? I am happy and grateful. These feelings and states of being can coexist. I just wish they didn’t. Made a conscious choice to spend more free time with Amelia so I can soak up these memories of her youth. Marie and I are doing fine. I think she realizes I’m down, and possibly attributes the feeling to something she did. It’s the old wound acting up between us. Only it’s more like waiting out a poison than it is bandaging a cut.
-E.B.
Ed Boy 