Finally, Jane called in late to work this morning and sat down to talk with me. If this sounds like it started as a parent to child talk, that's exactly how I felt. Then she just looked at me over our matching bowls of cheerios and asked me what has been so upsetting. I told her that I don't know, but I feel like everything, and nothing. That everything just seems to be piling up lately, and each thing seems to be bigger than the last thing I've moved off my plate. She finally asked me if I still had the marriage licence in the drawer where I had put it last week when it came in the mail. I told her I did.
Then she said she needed to go to work, and that she would see me at the Register at 4:30.
Yeah, why not?
I may not do many things spur-of-the-moment anymore due to my HD, that's okay. My wife seems to be doing enough for both of us.
Jane, thank you for marrying me.
Noel Paul Stookey-"The Wedding Song
Since I'm not sure about internet access at the Disneyland Resort (and its fireplace) , nor do I know if I'll care about the internet access, Merry Christmas.