Paris!   The pressures of my emotional upset have begun to push me to run away.   I noticed this tendency during my first divorce from Maria.   I had vivid dreams of sailing away; around the world.   I’ve never seen Paris.   I fantasize about haunting the alleys of Montmarte.   Work at the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit was exceptionally trying, today.  A young mother with placenta previa hemorrhaged and, after a coordinated effort by mother and staff, delivered a healthy baby.   My problems seem trivial in the face of life or death events.   Sometimes deadly events produce life.      

        This evening, after a regularly scheduled appointment with a marriage counselor, Marianne and I decided that we would have far more fun going out to dinner, rather than spending the money on counseling.   We treated ourselves to a good meal and finished the evening with glorious desserts at the Café St. Honoré.

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