Last night when the spousal unit slipped into bed and gave me my nighty night smooch there were um, er, ah indications, yes, that's the word, indications, that the Marital Duties were on his mind.

Our eyes met tenderly. The ball was in my court, as it were.

"Touch me and you're a dead man."

Oh yes, I'm just a pure Fun on a Stick when I'm sore and crabby.

He started to laugh which made the bed jiggle and my carefully arranged limbs shifted so whatever muscle pain I was hoping to avoid was inflicted anyhow.

Fine.

There are just so, so many benefits to this returning to the gym business.

Fortunately, I feel, much, much better today. There's a slight residual ache, but nothing serious. I know from last year's Fitness Freak-Out that it will get better with time.

Either that, or I'll do what we Canuckians have done for generations now, just crawl off into a snow bank and die.

Either way, the pain will be over.

Oh yes, I'm just pure Fun on a Stick when I'm sore and crabby.

Speaking of snowbanks, we now have snow here. For those of you wondering if the spousal unit managed to get the new roof on the porch before winter came, the answer to that would be nuh-uh.

All the work he had to do to finish the area where the new roof meets the old roof on the house took far longer than anticipated. The aluminum siding took an enormous amount of fitting. There was soffit work, there was extra work fitting an air vent. Flashings. There were flashings.

And he has carpentry clients who are clamouring for THEIR work to be done.

Today he's finally at the point where the tin can go on. Today is clear, but we have another storm predicted for tomorrow, so there's considerable pressure. Between his carpentry clients and our roof, he's been working seven days a week for far, far too long and I'm worried he's going to burn out.

He says he'll be fine, but I'll be glad when this is done and he can stop work on this place for a while.

That is, until I decide on our next project, of course.

Ah, yes, the joys of marriage. Not only does the spousal unit get to live with a woman who isn't always interested in the Marital Duties when he is, heck, as an added bonus he gets a partner who crankily fusses at him about unfinished projects.

I know. This sort of situation has the words "Where do I sign up?" written alllllll over it, eh?

Really, it's a miracle he's still here.

--Marn