I was able to take a break from study yesterday because Andrew and I were invited to his boss’s house for dinner last night.
I had not met Andrew’s boss until last night, and neither of us had met Andrew’s boss’s wife until last night. They were gracious and welcoming hosts, and Andrew and I stayed until almost 11:00 p.m., watching college football games on television and visiting. It was a lovely evening. I liked them very much.
I have not bothered to try to follow college football this season. I have deliberately ignored it, knowing that—if I allow myself to express any interest at all—I risk submitting to my natural tendency to devote most of every Saturday to college football, and not to my work. I cannot allow myself to do that.
My life is one-dimensional at present. I study, devotedly, and do little else. Law school is demanding, and the first year is the most demanding of all.
Andrew knows what I am going through because he has gone through the same experience himself. He is sympathetic and supportive, and a source of invaluable advice. He has shouldered all household burdens, and seems to have no problem with that.
If I were in Boston by myself, I think I would have become depressed by now.
I am glad I am not alone.