Well, finally made it a full week! I know my sinuses are clearing up because I have sinus headache that procedes weather changes. This started in basic training in 1978 when I had a headache for three days that wouldn't go away and stay away. It left when we got unusually wet and cold weather for Alabama in May. We had to pull out our cold weather gear and roll down our sleeves. BRRRR!

TT asked about my writing. I haven't been able to get the time to write. At night DH is ok with crochet & knitting because we can still talk and I "still look up to see what's on TV". But, if I play a game on my phone or do any other activity that requires me to let my mind absent myself from the here and now he gets 'lonely' and we end up having an argument.

Come to think of it, we have ended up having an argument every night this week and I have been lucky to get to sleep before 12:30. Alarm goes off at 4:30. No wonder I was so tired this morning.

Last night was my fault-I pushed to see why he was upset and not talking about it. 1 1/2 hours later I uncovered all of it. Of course when I repeated what he said to me-as I understood it, he didn't like it. Because it showed him how ridiculous he was being. The jist of it was-when we are in the living room if I am doing anything but watching tv it upsets him. He can "tolerate the knitting/crocheting." Everything in quotes are his words. The funny thing is the excuse he is using is first he gets lonely and second is if I am just listening to the tv and not watching, then we might as well just have the radio on, since I am not getting the full benefit of the tv show. Uh, why does that bother him? I enjoyed what I listened to last night. What really bothered him is that I didn't reach out and hold his hand at all and I had picked up my phone and played the bubble game. (I can play that for hours, uses logic thinking and stretches me to see possibilities instead of jumping for the first move I see).

But actually this is doing good. I am not letting myself get upset about things like this. I try to validate his feelings, but when he pushes the envelope-really-I am in the room with him! Oh well, it is him.

But I do want to write. In fact I still think on the two different storylines that I have been developing. But I cannot put more stress on myself than I have so it is a delicate balancing act. Except for a DH who must have attention-who won't read in the living room because he "wants to pay attention to you"-he reads back and forth from work and in bathroom. -I can do with less attention.