January 6, 2014
Post husband, with whom I'm in constant phone contact, appeared angry with me last night. Or in a bad mood, anxious to end the call. This is unusual. Until now, he seemed to relish the opportunity to maintain the thread bare link between us: His mood was stable, open, casual. He seemed to grow a layer of maturity. Maybe moodiness and sullenness has been delayed by 2000 miles. Here I was just thinking that the answer to happiness was location, location, location. He in his spot, me in mine. I'm aware of my hypersensitivity to his mood. I've been TRAINED.