Such weird creatures...

I woke up anticipating a continuation of yesterday's frostiness, and a possible problematic start to the week marriage-wise, only to be met in the kitchen with a steaming mug of coffee and a very enthusiastic kiss. It is as if the Sunday unpleasantness had been completely forgotten over the course of an 8-hour sleep. Philippa was warm, affectionate, considerate and caring, and has maybe cast aside my stupidity and inattention over the weekend. I swear I will never understand women as long as I live. Just when I think I have a handle on my wife and can know what she is thinking and feeling and expecting, she does something that simultaneously knocks me sideways and pulls the world out from under me. Of course, I have to accept the possibility that she is just being nice to me to make for a better atmosphere at home, and that underneath it all she is seething away in a bath of resentments, and that sometime soon it will all come flying out at me again when I do another ridiculously insensitive act; but at least I have come to work feeling loved and respected, and I can think about going home without worrying about what I might walk into when I get there.

RC 11-3-24