I Can't Sleep: Marrakchi-Style

I haven't blogged in a while.  Many of you know about the trials Nuala has been going through.  She was shipped out to Prague upon return to Marrakech after only a single day back to work.  I stayed behind.  I have been asked on numerous occasions by friends and acquaintances why I am not in Prague with her.  The simplest answer I can provide boils down to finances and boredom.  I can only do so much living out of a hotel, particularly when it is temporary.  At least in Marrakech I have my kitchen implements, cycling gear, books, movies, etc.  Additionally, flights from Marrakech to Prague are not cheap as I am forced to fly through any number of European cities to get a connection.

By the way, I'm getting really tired of explaining my being a house husband.  It always seems to blow peoples minds and I need to explain what I am doing or why I am doing.  I already feel inadequate enough.  I already feel lazy, so I don't need some person, brand new in my social circle, to judge me.  Perhaps it's just me judging myself.

So the blog... it's been neglected.  It's very hot in Marrakech right now, at about 110 degrees F with humidity ranging from 30% to raining.  The stress of uncertainty with work for Nuala and I has also been fairly overwhelming so all things considered, I couldn't bring myself to care about writing, even a brief update.

Until tonight.

I have no other choice.  I can't sleep.

Who else can say they have been kept up late by a kaftan party?