The days are getting shorter now, aren’t they? Then why do they suddenly seem sooooooo looooooooooooong?

I still haven’t talked to Julie, but I did talk to the Boss’s ex-wife for a long time this morning. Do you know how hard it is not to spill something that you shouldn’t, especially to someone who is telling you things you probably shouldn’t know? Real hard, that’s how hard. I get a lot of good information from the ex, but I really didn’t need to tell her about the problem with Julie. As much as I tried to skirt around the issue, though, I ended up giving her way more details than I should have.

Then this afternoon I had a long talk with the Boss. He tried to give me the whole story from his perspective, but I took it with a grain of salt, because I know that it’s important to him that I don’t blame him if we lose Julie. He also wants me to believe that he’s going to do whatever he can to keep her, short of giving her what she wants. That’s a fine line he’s trying to walk, and I don’t know that I see it leading anywhere good. I’m trying to stay optimistic, though.

The funny thing is, everyone in this little melodrama thinks they’re the one in the middle. Everybody is stuck between at least two other people, and we all feel as if we’re being pulled like salt water taffy. I’m trying not to do any of the pulling, so at least the rest of them can concentrate on each other instead of me. But I’m trying to go in three directions at once, and it’s not working very well.

This is why I live alone and work at home. No office politics or social dynamics for me. When Tim phoned this afternoon, I just held the phone away from my ear and grunted every so often. I knew without hearing him that he wasn’t making any sense, and I didn’t need any more confusion in my day. The days are long enough without that. Maybe it’s okay that they’re getting shorter.