Gary asked me this weekend what vacation I would go on if we could go on vacation, and I had no answer. It surprised me that I had no answer, because if he'd asked me two years ago I would have said "Venice Ireland Yukon Pacific Northwest."
It also surprised me that he asked, because when we are granted the gift of pleasant weather on a weekend I still have to drag him out of the house, even if it’s just to do yard work at his parents’. It seems a sin to me to waste good weather. Last weekend. when I went to a party, the opera, and the art museum while he stayed home, he behaved as if I was abandoning him.
I hope this stay-at-home mentality isn't the next stop on the inexorable march to old age. Werthers, birding, then agoraphobia? Or is it Werthers, birding, knitting THEN agoraphobia? If that's so I just have to never take up knitting.