Sunday, July 17, 2011


Another day, but a Sunday. As usual, following an outburst as yesterday, my "wife" seems modestly repenatant. It doesn't matter, as I'll drive her to work, hopefully in silence and then I'll have at least 8 quiet hours.

It occurs to me that when she has a day off, she's mostly out of the house, and when she's working, there are only about three hours, even counting the drive to and from work, during which there's a potential for interaction – just 12 percent of the day…not bad.