Just got back from a short trip. Family and I arrived on Thursday to the airport to find the longest line I had ever seen for security and lots of TV cameras. Needless to say I missed my flight. I had to discretely dispose of some KY jelly that I had in my bag; even while TV cameras were actually photographing the items that people were throwing into the bins! ( I found a less conspicuous bin.)
We took a similar trip last year, and it was a tale of two years. Last year W was so angry at me she didn't speak to me, ostensibly because I wouldn't consider buying a new house or expanding the current one. This year, although she was pretty bored during the trip, we got along quite well. Little sparks that could have ignited big fights just fizzled, as they should in good marriages. She still seems in a good mood today. I'm not doing anything special, just acting normally and trying to cut down on the sarcasm, which unfortunately populates my speech sometimes.
I have been doing the goodbye kiss most chances I get, and that seems to be going well. I tried to give her a squeeze in the hotel room, but she didn't like that so well. I have in the past linked squeezes with sex, and now I wish I could unlink them. Sometimes a squeeze is just a squeeze, ya know.
