My husband and I are living in perpendicular universes. Not parallel, but perpendicular. While he arises the second the alarm rings and leaves the house by 6 a.m., I drag out of bed as late as possible, which means 8 a.m. on a school day. He telephones me every afternoon, exclaiming how fast the day has gone, how many meetings he’s been in, how many people he’s talked with, how busy he’s been. “And how are you?” he says, “Anything exciting?”
And every day my answer is the same: “No.” My day is dragging. I am dragging. I am in slow-motion, barely creeping through life.
I begin working at about noon each day and my job responsibilities are routine. I seldom interact with my co-workers since I am a “remote” employee. I am seriously boring and oftentimes, bored.
My husband, on the other hand, is very engaged in his job and often has stories to tell about crazy stuff that has happened at work.
And for the past two hours, he’s been sound asleep while I’ve been working. He’ll call me in twelve hours, shocked at how quickly his morning slipped away and I will tell him that nothing much has happened, unless you count laundry.
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Last night, I put away the Christmas decorations. My grandmother used to just put her fully decorated tree in a closet until the next Christmas. I have a great aunt who is rumored to leave her tree up until Valentine’s Day–but I’m not sure if that’s true or just a fanciful story I made up in my head. Have you undecorated?