At a certain point in the day, I am over watching tv. Especially on days I’ve clocked in a four-hour-plus baseball game. Sometimes I’m over reading, too. When these moments happen, I just want to call it a day. Even if I’m not truly tired I’d prefer to have dark and quiet. Mad Dog isn’t always in agreement, but part of marriage is compromise.
“Are you planning on reading?” said Mad Dog as he finished up brushing his teeth.
“Nope. But I did think we could talk about our feelings,” I said.
“Great! That will help me fall right to sleep!”
I do what I can, Mad Dog. I do what I can.
