Excitement on a Saturday Evening

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“What do you want to do?” he asks, wanting me to decide how the evening will go.  It’s not because he puts my entertainment first.  No.  It’s because he cannot think of anything to do himself.

I seem to always be tired.  Why am I so reluctant to tell him I want to do nothing?  I want only to sit on the couch in my jammies, watching Harry Potter movies, avoiding housework, and sharing the room with him.

That’s all.  I have simple needs.


Mr. Darcy.  He understands, even if the husband does not.  It’s cat wisdom.