Chloe is beautiful early in the morning.  It’s half-past seven when she pulls into the drive.  On the road to the office, I’m very happy and it seems to rub off on her.  I kept busy in my office with this and that and whatnot and an intake with some paperwork.  She picked me up before I knew it and spent some time with me at my place. 

After dinner, I’m working on paperwork from my late intake and thinking about the next few days of appointments, as usual.  Everyone is busy about the house and it’s difficult to maintain focus on the screen.  I enter the treatment plan and decide to call it a night.  Suddenly it’s 10:30pm and I’m preparing to fall asleep to the Maltese Falcon while reading Dostoevsky by the light of my desk lamp, mimicking the night before.

Tomorrow is another 11 hour day, but I will spend time with Chloe after.  This makes the middle of the week feel more rewarding.