Loopy is at her desk. I'm at mine. We are about four feet apart through the wall, so we can hear sounds pretty clearly, but words are only semi-intelligible.
She is presumably studying for her prelim, which she has been doing for days and days without a break, and will do for days and weeks and months to come. She blogs about the panic that this process entails, and lately her eyelid has been twitching uncontrollably. I feel sorry for her but there's not a whole lot I can do to help.
After three hours of silence, I hear a soft sound that concerns me. After a minute I decide to "give her a shout" (literally).
Me: "Are you crying?"
Loopy: "No, yawning..." (laughs) "Yeah, right, I'm in here sobbing uncontrollably over my laptop."
Me: "Well, it would be uncharacteristic, but you know, this whole prelim thing..."
Loopy: (laughs again) "Yeah. Right." (Pause. Laugh.) "Well, thanks for asking."
Me: "Hey, that's my job."
It's good that she has you there. You're a good wifey.
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