February 22nd, 2002


on empathy, congratulations, and being alone

Today was what I'm calling Binary Match Day... the day that my wife learns whether or not she matched up with any internships. No big surprise here, she's the top-ranked grad student in the program, and she ranked six internship locations, so surely she would get snapped up by one of them; remember I said earlier she was likely to get her #1 choice.

So I wasn't thinking too much about it, and her announcement from the other room that she had gotten the email from APPIC and that yes, she had indeed matched seemed almost superfluous to me. I don't think I did much more than grunt in response. Ooops, this was a bigger deal to her than to me, clearly, and she was expecting congratulations. By the time I had figured this out she had stomped off.

I did manage, I think, to clean this up, but it's always interesting to see how things that don't seem like a big deal to one person are all-important to another.

I suppose part of my subdued reaction is that this year apart thing is really starting to hit home.

Countdown to Match Day: 3 days.

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