My entry title was supposed to be "A Dream within a Dream", but I mistyped. I'm keeping the typo.
Life has been a mixed bag of late.
I have an ongoing relationship with a local woman, who is generally kind, hardworking, a bit intense, who I am happy with. The disturbing thing is I lack passion for her, infatuation. It's just missing. I enjoy her company, and can drum up attraction when we get a moment alone together, which is rare, but the actual love and passion feels lacking on my end. I am not sure what to do about this. Maybe I can note the solution in my next entry.
Work is steady and quietly prosperous. We have a new manager who I haven't even met yet, and about whom I have learned very little from my co-workers. I am at the top pay rung for my job, which rewarded me with a de facto bonus for the first paycheck of the year. Things are still relatively peaceful here. Some employees do things in odd ways which I would think aren't per policy, but I am not a micro manager, so I look beyond what they are doing.
Socially I am trying to keep ties with several close friends through in person or internet interactions. This helps maintain my emotional stability. I also visit a counselor regularly.
The custody fight over my son; which I lost for multiple reasons: failure to mount a lawyer mediated fight, failure to indulge my son to the point he actually wanted to live with me (I refused to do this on principle - he is lavished on enough by his wealthy mother), among other reasons; drags on, this time in support court. My greedy ex wants my money even though she does not need it. So, I fought her the best I could and am now awaiting the magistrate's decision. The divorce system in the United States is inherently unjust.
I have been biking to work on dry days when I can. It is now near 0 degrees Fahrenheit outside, and I rode in tonight. The bike is aging. I could use a new one soon. I have gotten quite a few miles off this old one over the past decade. The LED bright headlights are quite blinding. I flip off those people. Recently, I merely shield my eyes with my hands, as flipping them off doesn't solve anything.
My dreams are regular and rejuvenating. Unfortunately, the ones I remember most are about ex-girlfriends with whom I apparently want to reunite. I am relatively apathetic over them when I am awake, thinking gee, it would be nice to be back together, but I won't obsess... My brain obsesses apparently.
Dreams... where would we be without them?
