Waking up early at little before 10:30 a.m. Had a strange dream about Robert Smith of The Cure being a ghost in the passenger seat.
Picking up Ana at the airport. She just got in from Chicago hanging out with her friend Cynthia. She plops into my car with a terrible mood and already has it out for me. We both were out of town for different reasons this weekend. The whole car ride home she’s relentless. I don’t even know how to explain it.
Somehow we manage to clear the air enough to move on about our day.
Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Blueberries, and Almond Milk. English Breakfast Tea.
I hit the gym to work out. Relieved to be back here and move my limbs.
At the studio opening up for Rob’s new guitar student a bit earlier than usual then setting up some things for later.
Eggs. Toast. Popped Chips. Coffee. Spinach.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Afterwards, we have B-52’s practice. Elliott ordered Pizza and Ana brought me a salad to go with. Working out any kinks in the songs but overall feeling really good about everything at this point.
Back home. Cleaning up all the dishes. Meanwhile, Ana is continuing this suspicious tirade about me and the relationship. It’s hard to recognize in the moment because I’m just so exhausted from everything but I feel us growing apart. I hate it and I don’t know what to do about it.
She eventually sleeps next to me.
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