Luke woke me up.  He told me that the weather was cold.  He gets the paper at the end of the driveway,  so he knows.  I looked at the yard.  A hard crust of ice covered the soft snow.  Not much snow,  but pretty.  

I feel like a bear.  I'm not coughing a lot,  but enough so that I'm going to stay in again. Am I hibernating?  

I do all my prayers and all my Hatha Yoga.  That's a good thing.  

Luke and I fight.  I'm not sure why.  Sometimes it's best not to share a personal matter,  until you are ready.  I know how Luke reacts.  It's just the way he thinks.  I should have kept the information that B gave me a secret until it became more of a reality and not promises.  People promise a lot of things.  Luke wants me to pursue people and  fight for their attention for my music.  I don't like to do that.  I'm not sure what good it can do. 

I know that M,  who built a huge business,  talks about going after people until she got a yes.  Am I like that?  Do I need to do it?  

Then we had words because Luke was being Luke and putting music over family as always.  Well,  no surprise there.  He left the house slamming the door.  I always bless him before he leaves the house.  Truthfully I did bless him,  just not out loud. 

I had to call and tell him that his massage therapist could see him in the afternoon.  I helped to facilitate the massage and Luke was all lovey with me,  but the issue remains that I don't respect his priorities.  And I suppose that he doesn't respect mine.  

I spent the day resting and taking care of the body.  Also getting laundry done and using my new crock pot for the first time.  I thought the food was bland.  I need better recipes.  Luke seemed to like it.  It was easy. 

Luke came home and we ate dinner and watched ours shows.  However Luke discovered that our mail had been tampered with.  Someone tore open an envelop with a check in it.  It was from our lawyer in Chicago.  They stole the check.  The police came and made a report.  We left messages for the lawyer.  That's all we could do.  

Luke and I were ok with each other,  but not great.  And again.  I see where he's putting time into things that just exhaust him for nothing.   It would be o.k. if he didn't have his finger in so many pies.  When he tries to do family as well,  it's just too hard.  I'm thinking about this day.