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Sigh.
She left on Saturday. She took Friday off to prepare for her trip, and do you know what she wound up doing? With a killer neuroma in one foot, a killer knee in the opposite leg, a hip that -- well, god knows what's wrong w/ that hip but it hurts her so badly she can't move and can't sit still -- and two weather-beaten, arthritis-choked, throbbing shoulders, she did all the laundry. All of the laundry, including the long-neglected "we don't really need that right now" piles.
Knowing I'd have a three-day weekend, and a day off mid-week, she still did all the laundry. She didn't have to do that. I thought she was just going to make sure she had everything clean that she needed for her trip.
She called yesterday, and I missed her call. She was surprised to learn I hadn't heard the phone because I'd been running the vacuum cleaner. I suck: I let her think that meant I'd been vacuuming the house. All I'd really been doing was sucking the scattered litter out of the big carpeted litter-box "bench" in the bedroom.
I loathe housework and I am a lazy farking slob, and my beloved well knows it -- and struggles with it. The house will be clean when she comes home next weekend, but I will probably clean it the day she arrives.
Maybe it sounds like I miss her because she does all the housework. She doesn't (although if I lived alone I would do a lot less) -- that wouldn't be why I miss her anyway. I adore Mrs. V. She's funny, smart, warm, well-read, fiercely loyal, generous to a fault -- and she loves me. And wants to stay married to me forever. Wonder of wonders.
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