Wow, that last post was a real pill popper. It felt right at the time, but damn! If space aliens were to view that post as a representation of what Earthlings are, they'd think we all listen to Morrissey. Because space aliens would know who Morrissey is.
Month two of Meg's internship/school/work phase is underway. We hardly see each other, which isn't always a bad thing. Believe the hype, absence DOES make the heart grow fonder. So when I do see her, I'm very aware that I only have maybe a few hours, and even then our attention is still divided on a million things. Also, since I am (for the time being) essentially the sole bread winner, I'm more productive in solitude. I mean, I've been typing "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" at TWICE the speed that I used to!
But of course, I'd rather have her around. Not just for the company, or because I miss her, but for her own sake. She's like Jack Bauer right now, jumping from one mess to the next. I won't get into the specifics of her day, but when I hear about it, it's definitely an undertaking of Herculean proportions. and she comes home exhausted. There is that part of me that wishes I made more money so she didn't have to do all of this. But then again, she's really something awesome when she's on a roll with all this stuff. And if we had everything handed to us, we'd be a Kardashian. And who wants that? Sure, we all want to go out and get recreational butt x-rays. Hell, some of us actually NEED one! I have two lumps back there, and they have hair on both of them! Zing!