Here I am enjoying our love palace alone again. The Lad and I can’t seem to coordinate our schedules these days, which is odd since he maps his out in writing for all to see. Very odd, when you think about it. I’ve come to the conclusion that one of us is probably having affair, and if the past 11 years have taught me anything it’s that it’s unlikely to be him. But who am I sleeping with? I’ve been watching myself suspiciously for days, trying to determine whether my behavior has been different lately, and once I even had myself followed although it turned out I only went to the grocery store. I hate when I get jealous like this. Left alone, I obsessively check my call logs in my cellphone for new numbers; I rummage through my underwear drawer looking for love notes. Once I even read my email, but I didn’t find anything. I’m so ashamed of myself, but what else can I do? If something’s going on, I’ve surely got a right to know.