State of the union
The other day I was aroused by an unusual banging in my bedroom.
Wait, that's not right at all.
But it is accurate. As I sat in front of my computer in the next room, Paul was hammering noisily away. These days I spend enough time in my desk chair to have grown fine filamentous roots that snake into the mesh of the seat, so I was reluctant to get up and investigate. But my curiosity got the better of me. I yanked my taproot free and went in to see what he was up to.
He was dismantling the drawer units in our closet by whacking them forcefully with a rubber mallet. His plan was to reassemble the units so that mine would be the taller one, "so you don't have to bend when you're getting your clothes."
Yeah, it's like that.
Paul's competence is one of his most attractive traits. His kindness is another. I knew he was capable and I knew he was considerate, but each day I'm reminded again of everything I have to be grateful for.