I am clearly no longer good at keeping up with this diary thing. I'd like to say it's because I have an amazing blog now where I discuss French New Wave cinema and artisan bread baking; but really I've just been bogged down with life. Working, husband, house, dogs, occasional outings with friends...that sort of thing.

I will say that after a long, depressing winter (with R. literally depressed and me just sort of in the dumps from living with someone so depressed-- see last entry), things are looking up. R., through the miracles of modern medicine, is returning to-- his old self? I cannot really say that because he is currently going through a highly productive period-- much more productive than his old self ever was. It's as if he is finally looking around and noticing that we have a house of our own now. A lovely, old house that could be much lovelier with some effort, and the past few weeks it has been rare to see him sitting at the computer, doing nothing.

He's been cleaning the gutters, mowing the yard, planting flowers, putting up light fixtures, patching a hole in the wall (a hole that he punched when he became angry with me a couple months ago). I am becoming optimistic that we might be okay after all. Not that a marriage is built on how productive your spouse is, but productivity after eight or so months of absolutely nothing is quite nice. Almost thrilling, actually.

So I am hopeful. We're cooking nice dinners at home, taking the dogs to the park. Normal stuff. Nice stuff. I hope it lasts.