I need a couple of slow days. But being that I'm married to my total opposite---a high energy, always moving sort of man, well---the chance of having a slow-down is pretty much not on the horizon, unless I fit it into the sunlit hours while he's at the shop. I could sit in one place all day, reading and just being silent. But as soon as the man-of-the-house walks in the door before dinner-time, the atmosphere changes. The party is on.
It's probably good that we're together. Let me correct that. It IS good that we're a couple. I slow him down and he keeps me from atrophying. He needs a wife who's a homebody and domestic (though sadly not an expert in that field), and I need a man who's got a thread of the forbidden in his personality. I do like the bad boys. Always have. It's curious how opposites attract, but in my estimation, those are the happiest marriages. The unexpected ones, and the ones we always enjoy watching.
Just something I'm thinking about as I sit here waiting for the next thing. Funny, one of Gary's favorite lines is, "Okay, now what?" That, pretty much, says it all. And, you know what? I wouldn't change a thing.
