* “I love you more than bananas!”
* Tuna for dinner and I remember him scooping tuna from a can into a bowl and covering it with pepper. And the ghastly tuna casserole oils I burped throughout labor.
* The window measuring person comes and goes, leaving me with giddy anticipation of draft free rooms.
* Shall I find a cat to round out our zoo? This thought jumps into me when I discover piles of dried mouse poop after moving books so that I can unplug a cord behind the bookshelf. No book has teeth marks but the cord has been compromised.
* Thursday is the day we lunch together. Topics stumble around until we both realize what downers we have chosen. We shake heads and launch discussions of books, movies. And I eat the first beef in many weeks.
* I read that every sock wore by British soldiers in the Great War was hand knit—could that be true?
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