Went to gym this morning. Got there at 6am. They looked puzzled. I thought it was because they’d never seen a person so unfit before. Turns out, they’d written me in for 6pm. She said, in the sparkling tones of someone who is accustomed to being awake at such ungodly hours;
“You’ve done the hardest thing - you’ve got out of bed and come here! You may as well make it worth it and do half an hour on the treadmill.”
“You’ve got to be joking. I’m going home to bed.”
“Really?”
“Really.”

I came home and made porridge for me and M, who wasn’t up yet. I had rhubarb on mine. In my coltish, girlish way, I was quite pleased with myself that I’d made him a hot breakfast. He got up, stepped into his clothes and looked non-plussed at the idea of porridge. But he didn’t say “No, I don’t want breakfast this morning as I ate too much pizza last night.” He just took the smaller bowl of porridge that I had put out for E. Turned his nose up at the rhubarb and asked if it was the stewed blackberries that we’d had at my dad’s on the weekend. Then muttered after a few mouthfuls that he wasn’t going to have breakfast this morning, and could he just eat half the bowl…?
At which point I left the room to escape his presence, restrain my urge to repeatedly bang my head against the wall, and to work on my resume. He came in to say goodbye.
“Don’t have the s@#%s with me, B.”
“I don’t,” I said, lying, looking at the computer screen.
“Don’t lie. I wish I’d never seen you this morning.”
I found this mildly shocking.
“Bye.”
“Yeah. Bye.”

At least now we’re in Melbourne we have places to go, and appointments to keep; so we don’t have to retire to separate ends of our acre in Queensland and hiss like cats when we see each other.

My horoscope says:

Promise Now: ‘I will not freak out this evening and quit my degree/thesis/project/book/movie. I will ride the existential crisis wave into tomorrow when I will laugh at my paranoia.’

Replace the words ‘this evening’ with ‘this morning’…unless this just relates to my 6PM gym appointment. His says:

Try to find a place where you will not be able to make a phone call tonight. Full Moon in your 10th house triggers feelings of crisis - that the ‘career’ is shite & there is no point. It’s illusory; the Sun also Rises.

Great. Hurry up sun.