Roby Instead
I thought about writing about how strange editing is, to stare ceaselessly at the same footage repeating again and again. But instead I think what’s more interesting is how strange it is to be away from Roby for a whole day.
I left at nine and I came back at about 7:30, just before bed time. I got to hug her and smile at her and that’s about all before she went off to dreamland and I began writing this blog.
That makes my eyes tremble far more than staring at a screen for ten hours straight.
Roby rules,
I can miss her while she’s sleeping in the same room as me,
I think of little besides her, especially when I’m beside her.
I hope the work came out good because if it did and I get this job she might be kept in ice cream and soft clothes a while longer. The balance of sacrificing just enough for our time together to be comfortable, without utterly limiting that time, is tough to strike.
But we’ll sleep in the same bed a while longer still.