Yesterday was a good day. I woke up in an unusually good mood and rode that wave all day. It's about time. It's been a good month since I woke up feeling like a million bucks. In the afternoon, I went and picked up David, who remarked that it's hot here like in Houston. (Not as hot, mind you, but hot still) We got him squared away in the apartment downstairs and went for a stroll in the village. I fixed some barbeque and we stayed up rather late chatting.
Two girls just passed by the front of the house on the sidewalk and one of them spit into our yard. She spit like guys who spit spit. So automatic, it was almost like a tick. I wonder if she chews.
So there's nothing much else to say. Sometimes I feel like I've already said everything and I'm just waiting for the universe to supply the next storyline. Which reminds me, the TV people are coming over today to interview us about being married. They're going to ask us what it changed for us, and Serge wants to practice so we don't argue in front of the cameras. I told him that married couples often argue like we do, and that it will show how utterly ordinary we are. It's not arguing really, it's more like constant correction of each other. They asked us for video and pics of the wedding too. We found the video of the ceremony, and were both alarmed at how much younger we looked. Less than four years ago.
Serge, Em and me Oct. 9th 2004