Every night, after the kids have been tucked in, StraightMan and I give each other winks and nods and nudges - from across our adjacent desks in our home office, i.e., the back area of our living room, which is blocked against children by a couch and a baby gate, and where we dig in the trenches of Higher Ed, reading, grading, answering e-mail, and preparing PowerPoint slides.
Not romantic, but I have to say, rather comfortable and companion-ly.
Last night, there erupted much guffawing over this story in America's finest news source.
I am trying to decide whether or not I am "in" on the joke or if the joke is on me. Which seems to be a common thread in this blog b/c it seems to be the warp and woof* of my life.
*That is a shout out to my fiber crafting friends who are reading this occasionally. See? I get your images and metaphors.