Monday, February 22, 2010

December 2nd 1997

I am starting to hide when I get home from work now from Ruthie.
I sneak in and change into running stuff and sneak back out and do my run to the end of town and then walk back.. its so nice. No tourists and its herring season right now, the boats are all in the bay but they are up so close to Horizons you can see the guys and smell the fish and watch them roll the nets in.
By the time I get home I am not thinking in fractions anymore and Ruthies needy personality seems almost normal.
Time for a glass of chardonay.

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