Marital Bliss
So, how were we going to get up in the middle of the night to get off on our Thanksgiving vacation? We would have to leave the apartment at four in the morning in order to make the flight at six, Kathleen reasoned. I thought that I would take my new sleeping pill and sleep for a few hours. That didn't happen. We had a big fight instead. The usual one about holiday destinations. Kathleen went so far as to ask why I don't think that Bermuda is a "rock in the middle of the sea." Of course it is - but then it's also Bermuda, and not in the Caribbean. Amazingly, this discussion went on until shortly before three in the morning, and I was perfectly awake through all of it, which is even more amazing. So now I'm the one who's dressed, while Kathleen is snoozing. I'm wondering when I ought to tell her that it's time to get up. I think I'll wait until the car is buzzed up.
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November 19, 2006 03:26 PM
Married life in a nutshell.
Posted by: LXIV | November 20, 2006 12:44 PM
Four in the morning, that's when most people get up isn't it, certainly is for me. Now, three that is a tad early but required by my situation from time to time. Down by ten, eleven at the latest, up by four or five. Ah! The benefits of advanced age, so much extra time. You still argue, how sweet! Reason and tact along with a healthy respect for one's opponent seem to have replaced all passion here.
Posted by: George | November 24, 2006 07:40 AM