At least Kevin feeds me rice and curry at the end of the day, and takes out eight bags of trash and recycling by himself so I don't have to go out in the cold, and rubs my shoulders 'til most of the knots are gone. Never underestimate a good ally.
I just read a friend…
I just read a friend talking about teaching a literature course that covered rape; it was emotionally exhausting for her, for her students. I am thinking about yesterday, where I spent the morning working on an essay that made me tense -- physically tense, with rock-hard muscles in my shoulders. Tense and on the verge of tears, off and on through the course of the day. I think it'll be a good essay, that it'll be worthwhile. Kevin's work is valuable too -- math is important in a completely different way. But sometimes I envy him a bit, that his work is not quite so emotionally grueling as mine can be.