high wire act

a little tension is good, well - necessary, for the high wire balancing act. but our balancing act seems to be suffering from that same tension. i think we're wound tight as can be, and we're trying not to unravel at any given moment. as we near the end of jane's treatment regimen, it's starting to take it's toll on us ... not the kids really, in fact, they've been utterly charming of late. and not our daily routine - things are moving along swimmingly. no, it's just really jane and i, absorbing this tension and hoping that we don't pop along the way. we really are on the last major leg of this journey, recognizing of course that there's still a long way to go ... a bit of surgery here and there, recovery from the whole physical experience for jane, the checkups, the concerns that will inevitably follow. but somehow, being a few steps closer to a conclusion, if there is such a thing, has made us more edgy, more tight.

and despite all that, breakfast in the city - yes, ol' faithful café gitane, and visits from friends in the afternoon (so nice to see you all) - a family dinner at home, and later, the bourne supremacy (or was it ultimatum? or identity? it's all a blur). so it's all good on that front at least ...

feeling a bit like philippe petit, the man who walked between the towers -