My husband was right, I was just so predictable.
- There was no confrontation to be made when he stated his case.
At first, I thought that I was sort of cool & on top of it. But when he pointed out the evident, it was hard to assume that cool. For sure, I get up & go to the office & labor all afternoon inside the zone controlled HVAC of the office. Then, I hit the gym on the way loft to labor out in their commercial HVAC which is so on point by the way. From there, it’s loft to my central air conditioning & that would be my afternoon. But the thing that was pointed out was that’s my afternoon over & over & over. The spontaneous thing that I once had & thought I still sort of had was just gone. It’s not care about I was hating my life or anything even close to that. Yet when my husband called me predictable, I bristled. I was sure that I was still sort of vibrant & cool. But that was in my head. The facts were the facts. So this summer, every one of us had to go up to be part of a family reunion with his folks. Every one of us were meeting in a venue every one of us hadn’t been to & were planning on finding a room about an eighth from the site. Well, I showed his some spontaneity when I guided our car with the air conditioning blasting onto a country road neither of us knew anything about. I just knew that it was headed right toward where every one of us were going & that the air conditioning in the car would hold out. But ended up finding the funkiest motel with the best air conditioning ever.