I got up at 5.30 this morning to find that Tony hadn't slept all night and had obsessed over how to analyse the calls on our current phone bill... True, knowledge of the call patterns is an important thing to understand if you are trying to reduce the bill, but honestly, he could have keyed the whole thing in from scratch, and then got on with the analysis in the 5 hours he spent trying to write some code to sort it for him.
I didn't get to my usual stuff this morning, and that has sort-of thrown me out a bit; I get into my routines and if something gets disrupted, then I find that lots more things end up disrupted.
And he is NOT well. He had interrupted speech this morning (OK, maybe he's tired, but it hasn't been that bad for a long time), and was struggling to explain to me what he had been doing overnight. It is hard sometimes not to despair. Depression is a terrible, terrible thing for someone to live with; and it's pretty awful for me and his children who live with him.
Enough! Trying to get on with the work now....
