Tuesday was my eighth wedding anniversary. Twelve years of blissful cohabitation, eight of them with the sanction of church and society. Pretty good years, no matter what has happened along the way. Jeff's back, always bad, has been getting worse again lately, and he finally chose to go to the doctor on Tuesday. I had to leave work to go pick him up because the doctor wanted to give him some medicine that would make him unfit to drive. No problem, we'd done our big presentation to the feds the previous... read more
