So today we got home and I took the kids to dance so both Mate and I could get a nap.
Today we worried about whether the garbage would get collected and when the dogs had vets appointments and whether the laundry would get done.
There was dishes to do and word counts to reach and oh my God the house is still a disaster.
But for three nights and three days, we got to pretend there was only the two of us.

We remembered how every time one of us went driving in the city, somebody managed to go the wrong way down a one-way road.
And that Squish had been conceived in the hotel with the flat top, in the weird little corner room, when we could only afford one night and one meal, and tickets to a bizarre play about a guy who fucked a goat.
We took Lyfts and I talked to every driver to learn their story, while Mate listened and asked discerning questions and generally laughed at me, because I like to talk.
We went to a restaurant with one of the best views in San Francisco and talked to a waiter who grew up in our hometown and even went to the same high school that three of our children went to, because the world is just that small.
Anyway.
With that one exception, it was an amazing trip.
Good food, good view, good times.
The best company in the world.
My best friend.
My husband for thirty years.
My Mate.
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Isn’t it amazing to be married to your best friend! 41 years and counting for us....
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