2006-02-26 - 9:13 p.m.
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William Solarus was awake and out of bed by six. He showered, groomed, ate breakfast and was in the BMW, his pride and joy, an hour later. An hour after that he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. He saw patients from nine to one, took his lunch break by himself in his office and was back to the grind by two. Everyday five- thirty rolled around and he would head back to his car. An hour after that he arrived home to a meal prepared by his wife of twenty-five years, Candice. After supper they would each have a glass of red wine and talk about their respective days.
He would spend the rest of the evening in the living room, eventually falling asleep in his recliner with CNN on the television screen. She would head into their bedroom to sew, read or watch a movie. Candice normally would awake alone in their bed around midnight and go rouse her husband from the recliner in the television room. It still made her happy to go to bed with her husband every night but at this point in their marriage it was merely a reminder of the happiness they once held.
William Solarus is not happy and he is not depressed either. The word that could best encapsulate his being would be bored. On some days the kids would call, talking of their lives and how they wanted to visit. Candice would tell William of their calls over a glass of red wine. He would always say how much he would love to have their kids and grandkids visit for a weekend but there was never enough time.
She would always agree.
