Summer

Noodle collapsed with heat on the floor beside me, cooling her belly on the wooden floor while air conditioning pumps through the room. Thinking about work and relationships, and how important it is to divide the personal from the professional in my job, and how it's not easy sometimes to find that balance. Part of it is not being in the office and dealing with people on the phone and feeling rushed by events that I'm not actually taking part in but hearing about via e-mail; part of it is my natural impatience to get things done the right way and not take others advice. Both are alienating to coworkers, and both need to be worked on so that I can become more tolerant and less demanding.

Also thinking about the next project that I'd like to work on. I actually like the idea of a woman who forgets things, but would like to link that to something larger, the death or cheating or something in a marriage. Perhaps a son who becomes unhinged by his fathers' death in some way, although they have never been close. And how that might impact his marriage. Need to freethink more about it...