Here's a sampling of what NBT and I have been doing.
Friday: burritos and beer
Saturday: long drive. Day on a dock, a little bit chilly. Seedy motel.
Sunday: Day on a dock, even chillier. Scenic drive. Oceanfront bed & breakfast, fireplace, wine.
Monday: Hike. More scenic driving. Dinner with friends of his family.
Tuesday: Run. More driving. Pick up dog. Dinner with friend who is having personal crisis, who shows up at my place shellshocked from depression and lack of sleep, wearing a suit and a tie with tiny Santa Clauses flying tiny airplanes. He didn't even look at it when he got dressed, and now Santa in a plane will forever be a symbol to me of what it means to hit rock bottom. The friend sleeps on my sofa, while his girlfriend moves out of their place.
Wednesday: Walk around an island. To campus, for some work. To practice. Pizza and Dr. Zhivago.
Thursday: Run. Campus. Practice. Brief appearance at a happy hour, but we show up late and can't stay. Dinner with 517, Neighbor, and Turboglacier.
Friday: Dog park. LL Bean's. Campus. Practice. Dinner at my parents' place.
Saturday: Race committee for a regatta we hosted at home. Dinner at Fat Boy, a drive-in hamburger joint across from the naval air station.
Sunday: Race committee. No wind in the morning; boat ride around Yarmouth Island. Straight faced lies to an undergraduate that we went out to an apple orchard on the island and picked the apples we were eating out there. Sea breeze comes up at noon for an afternoon of racing.
It was a good week, and very full. I realized some things about how I live, having him here, quietly observing everything. I rush around a lot. I get impatient at predictable moments. I pick objects up and put them down a lot, and then wonder where they've gone to. I overplan and then avoid acknowledging that my plans were wildly optimistic. I eat strange things for breakfast. I get excited when I glimpse the ocean, even if it's a daily view for me.
Two things about the week felt hard for me. I didn't read, hardly at all. And I didn't write, hardly at all. I didn't exercise as much as I usually do, but I did enough to keep from feeling all wonky and restless. I didn't go for quite as many rambly walks as I usually do, but we spent some time in pretty outdoor surroundings together. I couldn't go much longer without reading or writing, though.