Campaign Widow
I'm back! No, Paul hasn't murdered me and stuffed me into the trunk of a car or anything sinister like that. 2008 has been sort of wildly up and down. You know, like the stock market and Janet Jackson's weight.
For one thing, my husband has been averaging about 80 hours of work a week. That's not an exaggeration - eighty hours a week. I've been spending a lot of time by myself, and the consequence of that is that there's not much happening worth writing about. Finally one day a couple of weeks ago I decided to break out of my rut and go to the movies. I went to see Juno (which is freakin' awesome) and while I was there someone stole my purse. Before the movie was even over someone had used my credit card and debit card to buy $50 worth of gas and two $60 metro cards. Obviously, these particular thieves enjoy travel.
Then Paul got the flu. Then I got the flu. Then I dropped my cell phone in a snow bank. Then we were having this weird problem where every time we used the microwave we blew the power in the apartment. I started to feel like we were in a very low-budget reality show that was the result of the writer's strike. But like I said, there've been ups, too. A good Samaritan found my driver's license and went to the trouble to actually drive it over to my apartment, which was so, so nice. Then an FBI agent found my cell phone in the snowbank and got that back to me. An FBI agent found my cell phone! That's like having St. Francis of Assisi find your missing cat!
Anyway, the new season of Lost starts Thursday, so things will start looking up. I know it sounds boring, but I tend to kind of hunker down in winter, anyway. I don't like to spend any more time than necessary outdoors or my face starts looking rather croissant-like. If you haven't heard from Paul in a while, don't be offended. The campaign makes him sleep on a little cot in the back room where they keep the toner and he only gets two 15 minute meal breaks and three trips to the bathroom.