Funny

In Israel, I'd often tell H all about my day at school and the like, and he'd tel me he felt funny that he didn't have so much to tell me about his day: he was working a variety of small jobs, and was home or on his own a bunch more than I was. Now, he's working, and I'm working at home, preparing for the holidays and that sort of thing- and I'm finding that now I'm the one with fewer stories and topics of interest. Things flex. It just amuses me, somehow.