Massive, crashing thunder and blinding lighting which shakes the house at dawn this morning, walls of rain smashing against the sides of the house, water cascading down the hills, turning the rear of yard into a lake.
Unsettled weather.
Pay the bills. Do the dog. Prep for a meeting with a client due in a few hours.
And find the Queen forgot again to clear our her IE cache, so that when I go to check on the weather radar up pops her e-mail history. Not the actual account, mind you, just a tabulation of her mail. And I see his name itemized on incoming mail.
Unsettled matters.
You know there is a distinct divide between the sexes in having affairs.
With men, it's all about sex for 99% of guys. (With me, it turned into that other 1%). For women, though, it's about a comfort zone and they cannot maintain their perspective on matters. That's my observation on them. It's never about the sex--it's about all the other stuff.
And I don't think there's anyway she will be able to keep that from happening. So the promises of New Year's, the promise of the future, cannot be kept, I suspect. I just don't see how.
Sure is a bitch when you love someone but see the handwriting on the wall in back of them.
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