The past few days Abby and I have been attempting, in fits and starts, to install a new bed frame and rearrange our bed room. The trouble is that we have these giant days and come home exhausted, leaving us enough time and energy to care for more important affairs like mowing the acreage, which is growing wildly right now.
- When Abby got home she made us both scrambled egg sandwiches.
- I had a chiropractic adjustment today after two weeks of a nagging backache, the result of too much time in my desk chair here at home, which needs to be replaced. The treatment was amazing, and I feel 21% better already.
- I got the dishwasher loaded, and used my new “Dirty/Clean” sign for the first time, made with two images I shot and sandwiched together just last night.
So the parts to the new old antique bed sit in the hallway after Abby and I, fully intending to make progress on it, laid down on our old new bed and talked for a while, and Abby, to the soft caress of my hand in her hair, fell fast asleep.
I was explaining to someone today that there is no more powerful an intoxicant in the world for me than the smell of my wife’s hair, and that was true again tonight. In the soft evening light, she looked so beautiful I could hardly believe I was lucky enough to be her husband.