My friend Dave came over last night and we watched some of the Sunday night football game and I opened a pomegranate. I ate my half carefully, but neither of us had a plate. My wife came out from her computer at 9:30 to find a lot of pomegranate seeds on the runner she has on the table. This was not a good thing. In the morning my wife reminded me that I have to get a lot of boxes of books out of the house before her feng shui friend comes to visit next week. Also I had failed to forward an email to her from a friend who's a screenwriter who had offered to help my nephew, who is interested in writing screenplays, and who my wife is helping. That had been days–my fault. I told her I'd had bad dreams last night involving anxiety over a piece I was writing, and then cashiered, thinking it would damage my reputation (!). I am also finishing a novel and fretting over that. I went over these concerns while my wife was in the bathtub. As she left for work, she said, You really need to get out of the house.
