Seven Years and Rain
At some point today I got around to thinking about the fact that Stephanie and I have been together for almost seven years now. I can’t remember what got me thinking about it, though part of me thinks it was some song that came on the iPod on the drive in. I don’t know what song that would be either. What I do know is that I had this real warm and fuzzy feeling about it, along with a slight case of feeling old.
I mean, seven years. That’s a long time, right? What have we been doing with ourselves in all that time? And which of us thought, when she handed me a note on February 16, 1998, that we would be here, still together? I don’t know. It kind of freaks me out.
It also freaks me out that a little fucking rain can cause major traffic snarls. It took me much longer than it should have to get into and out of Boston today and there was no good reason for it. It was raining, yes. But it was never raining that hard. There weren’t any accidents that I went by. The volume was only moderate. Everyone was just going wicked fucking slow.
It’s just rain, people! Move along!
Here’s my new desktop for this month: