I admit, it's been a few days longer than I expected, and for that I apologize. I've had plenty to keep me busy in my wife's absence, and somehow I managed to avoid any of that being cooking or cleaning. In fact, since she left, I've hardly had any time to myself. Mysteriously, I'm alone more often when my wife is around. Is this one big conspiracy? Is everyone colluding to force me to choose between having my wife around and spending time with people who are not her? Not that having my wife around, strictly speaking, is my choice to make.
It seems that those other people in my life have "taken an interest" in my well-being, assuming from my character that, uxor absentis, I'd be dead in a few hours. On some nights, I've had as many as three separate dinner invitations (before you go thinking I'm insanely popular, be content to hear that two of those were from family). So while I had been looking forward to the thought of a bit of solitude, it seems even that solace is denied me. O me woebegone man, for whom companionship be most blessedly vexatious!
And things have come to pass such that, short of murder most foul, there's simply no way for me to be alone in my residence. The day before my wife left, we (somewhat inconveniently) had a wedding to attend. The centerpieces at the reception were colorful betta fish floating around in their own little vases. It was a nice idea, and an even nicer wedding, but when the evening's end rolled around, tradition reared its ugly head. My wife and I love to dance, so we tend to be among the last guests standing at weddings. This can result in our getting to take home a lot of leftover favors and having some more time to talk to the newlyweds, which is never a bad thing. Unfortunately, we are also complete suckers, so we wound up taking home TWO of these accursed fish -- that's right, we got a centerpiece from somebody else's table in addition to our own.
Even better, these are both male betta fish, which means they have to be kept in separate fishbowls or else they'll slaughter each other. And their bowls have to be kept far enough apart that they can't see each other. And I have to remember to feed them! Little Cormorant and γ probably aren't very long for this world.
Fish updates to follow; tonight I'm making this delicious-sounding recipe. I'll let you know how it goes, even though I don't really have to, because I am a genius and it will go wonderfully. Adieu!
p.s. I'm so lonely
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