I Guess That's Enough

I am sitting in my favorite place in the whole world, my office, facing my brand spanking new sectional, the one Joe said would not fit in here. Voila! It is here, and the leather couch is in the garage to make sorting easier this summer. There is always a method to my madness. The art studio which is in complete disgusting shambles, is attached by way of bathroom, so I am keeping those doors shut. No need to remind myself there is lots to do; this is my day OFF after all. Someone, namely, my husband, has turned the air on in my office. It's struggling really hard, grunting because I have my door propped open. He likes air, I like breeze. He likes Coke, I like Pepsi. He likes dark, I like light. He is slightly terrified of children, and I would bring a hundred home to live if I could afford it. I am amazed we have been getting along as well as we do. Amazingly well considering we fade each other on almost everything. Spirituality and politics, are two things we do agree upon, and love. We both know it's important to love. I think that's enough, really. It has been so far, fifty years worth.