And at the library, in the car, outside on the backporch. Oh, yeah, it's
happening. It's fresh and new and sometimes we make noises.
MathMan
and I are getting back to our old selves. Not the bad old selves -
though it's going to take vigilance to make sure those lazy, inert, bad
spouses don't ever take up residence again - but the selves who met in
1987 and cracked each other up. Who got married and during the ceremony
the rabbi told everyone how much he liked that we laughed at our
pre-wedding meetings. I like these selves, though sometimes we can be
very inappropriate.
Today we were in the library. I noticed the
book How to Do Your Own Divorce on the shelf. I picked it up and
handed it to MathMan without a word. He promptly handed it back to me.
"It's just one more thing we've failed at."
Yeah, thank goodness.
