Rebecca and I are still weathering the turbulence that the first year of any marriage will see. We have good times and bad times. It's interesting to see what you allow yourself to say in an argument or debate, when you have the security of knowing that the other person can't just pick up and leave you. You don't have to speak as carefully as you would if things really could end.
But, of course, things can always end. Only an idiot doesn't bear this in mind.
I successfully sold one of my trade paperbacks on Amazon.com. It's all packaged up and ready to go: do I want to spend more money busing downtown to buy postage and get it sent out today? And with everything I have to do today (weatherproofing the windows, cleaning the apartment, laundry, and selecting poetic submissions for my university's literary magazine), can I afford the hour it would take to bus downtown and return?
And those damned cats. Toki cries to be let out into the porch. Once there, he cries to be let back in because it's freakin' freezing out there. Once inside, he cries to be let back out because he has absolutely no memory of what that's like. This goes on for as long as I have patience for it. (Bella has no desire to go out but wants a share of whatever Toki's getting.)
Right now I'm having a dark beer, cleaning the windowsills for the plastic sheets, and listening to a Czech cover of ABBA's "Knowing Me, Knowing You."