Mellowing

Today was a pretty good day for us-ness.

First, I wasted 5 hours with the depression study, only to be told that I didn't qualify. Fine. At least they gave me $75 for my time.

But I came home, napped a bit until my legs began kicking. Jack was also at home: his back was bothering him a lot.

We practiced repertoire, had a nice dinner, then settled down to watch a movie, Midnight in Paris. That brought back good memories and we cuddled a bit. I put my 2nd wedding ring back on. I was tempted to return to the bed, but I decided not to.

Of course, now that I'm in bed up here by myself do I remember that the last time we were in Paris, he had just spent the week screwing Peta in Kerkrade. And it burns. It burns that he can get so romantic about Paris and it doesn't bother him in the least. I could hit him upside the head.