Another Life

Yesterday, Gregory said if he could do a comedy routine about being single and lonely, he would say, "Today, I was so lonely I went with my lesbian friend to Fred Meyers and watched her pick out a pot for twenty-five minutes and I wasn't even bored." I called him over at one pint and said, "What do you think?" about the color of a particular pot, and he said sweetly, without even looking, "It's fine, honey." We both laughed. Once again convinced we were married in another life.