Earlier in the conversation, Michael told me that Jolene felt that she was completely acclimated to the new harsher, colder climate of New York compared with the sunny, temperate LA. And then about 15 minutes later, he launched into a story about how on their way to work, Jolene will walk 30 blocks out of her way in order to stay in the underground warmth of the subway tunnels rather than walk a fraction of the distance outside braving the winter weather.

Ummmm... not exactly how I would define acclimated, but potato/potahto.

So B started blogging about a month ago. I'm finding it incredibly strange to be on this other side of blogging relationship. Usually, I'm doing the posting and he's deciphering the subtext-- now it's my turn. I'm continually amazed that though we talk by telephone every single day, I can still tune in to learn something completely new. I'm so happily rediscovering his impeccably talent for expressing himself textually, rather than orally-- something I knew like the back of my hand when we first met and conversed entirely by emails, but that has faded into the background of us over the year(s! Oh my!)

It's also been an incredibly humbling experience for me-- his motivation to post almost every day-- to let his life run out all over the page. I realize how much my postings have dropped off in the past months-- how I my life's expression doesn't end up in this code much anymore. I'm not sure I have reasons-- I know I don't have substitutes.

But I think now I have an idea of what is keeping me awake at night.