little time together, still

I get up.  Change my sheets.  Go to the cleaners.  Shop at the Farmer’s Market.  Come home.  Have lunch.  Go to class #14, only six to go.  And while I'm doing these things, Alexander stays sleeping in his clothes on the couch.  My once-neat living room is no longer.  Alexander has a perfectly good bedroom with a perfectly good bed, but for some reason he's chosen the living room couch as his new place for a night's sleep.

By the time I get home from class (around five), Alexander is up.  I walk in and he says, “I’m going over to Daniel’s.  I’ll be back later.”

I throw a Healthy Choice dinner in the microwave (they’re really not bad when you’re in a hurry).  Alexander is home at 6:45, just as I am leaving to meet Jill.  We are seeing a revival of a Donald Margulies play, The Model Apartment.  It is a dark story, compellingly acted, but difficult to enjoy.

I get home around eleven, just as Alexander is walking out.  “I’ll be right back, “ he says, and before I can ask where he’s going, he’s out the door.

Fifteen minutes later Alexander is back home with some candy, for a late evening snack, I guess.  SNL starts soon.  Finally, something we can do together.