I had a tough time sleeping last night -- the hug refusal got to me. I woke up
in the middle of the night to Eriko crying (turns out it was just a bad dream)
and that allowed me to get past my pride. I woke up at 7, fixed breakfast and
left the house by 7:30. I said bye to Eriko, who was still inbed. I made great
progress in the morning and had several meetings. I had lunch with Eriko and it
was nice. At one point, she very seriously told me that my belly was
disgusting (my co-worker would later describe it as the end of the
honeymoon). Back at work, lots of meetings. There is a minor emergency that I
am in the middle of, so that took a lot of my time. I had to run to Japanese
class. Class was good, but I'm clearly not studying in my spare time (which is
obvious both from my own knowledge of my activities and my lack of progress).
To much computer time, I suppose. I returned to work for a little more progress
and discussion about the emergency before arriving home at 6:30 (a little
late). Dinner was delicious and I watched the Angels & White Sox game. Things
were very pleasant until I made the mistake of trying to touch Eriko's belly
with my cool beer. She got upset, I got upset, silence ensued. She went to bed
and I joined her an hour or so later.