Waking up around 11:30 a.m.
Breakfast Bar. Tea.
It’s a beautiful day out!
Working out at the gym.
Banana.
Eggs. Spinach. English Muffin. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Coffee.
Watching Ozark.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Back home. Eating some dinner: Cashew/Spinach Ravioli with Sardines, Salad, and Garlic Bread.
Doing the accounting to the soundtrack of Scarlatti harpsichord sonatas.
Later on, in Ana’s bedroom – playing with the cat and having the tough discussions about our relationship – it’s been on the brink of disaster for a while. I complain about how we can’t ever seem to have constructive conversations – how she always feels attached and gets defensive – getting along has just simply been much harder to do this past year.
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As I leave the room for the night it appears she’s just waiting on me to say the word whether or not to break up. I always have a hard time letting go and I tend to let sentimentality hold me back from making big decisions.
“I guess we’re still in limbo I suppose.”
She doesn’t like that response.
I go for a late night bike ride – trying to get into a daily routine of this.
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