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Aug 07, 2006 20:14

The little missus and I got home from work tonight, feeling like we barely survived the day. Made a crash landing at El Patio, took the girl chile to her friend's bungalow, crawled home again and cracked open a bottle Fetzer Sauvignon Blanc. Clink, na zdrowie, slainte, etc.

We've been together in a state of wedded bliss for 24, count 'em, 24 years, as of today. As many years as there are hours in a day. Three multiples of eight. I have no idea if that is significant. Or six multiples of four, for that matter. Two twelves. 24.

We have grown as alike as people can be and still not be conjoined. And even though we still struggle with communication, we manage to get through to each other on occassion. A lot of it is apparently telepathic. I haven't mastered the telekinetic part yet, but it would seem that she has, as I end up bringing her ice cream without her asking.

I don't know what awaits the next 24, or the next one for that matter. I just want to be with her for whatever happens.

--Virgil
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