Wife guy
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I haven’t had much time to write this column recently, mainly because all the professional opportunities I said ‘yes’ to a month or two ago, when they were safely over the horizon, are suddenly looming ominously close. On top of my full-time, five-day-a-week reading and writing job, I’m now trying to cram extra reading and writing in the evenings, as well as fiddling around with knobs and .wav files, in preparation for the limited return of my clubnight this Saturday. This leaves little time to read and write for leisure, or, it turns out, think and sleep, which becomes somewhat of a impediment when I sit down to pen the Chaff and discover that I have almost nothing of merit to say, and no executive function with which to organise such thoughts even if I did.
The other unforeseen obstacle to producing one thousand words or so of musings about things occupying my mind is, that after three years of resolute and enormously productive singlehood, I have suddenly found myself in a committed monogamous relationship.
