Things have not really improved lately. I keep tempting myself and getting burned and disgusted with myself. My wife holds me in contempt, in what way, and in what respect, I am unsure, but she does. At first, I found this recurring discovery very disconcerting -- not that it was much of a discovery -- but I learned something today that made me realize that her contempt is meaningless and unimportant. It is unworthy of her and beneath me to notice. I came by this realization while reading a philosophical treatise on the web called Focus on Existence by Michael Miller.