“I just want you to know,” said the fair and industrious Trudy. “I just want you to know that I have done absolutely nothing productive tonite except comfort our poor sick puppy and take them both for a walk.”
She might have added “and make sausage and reheat yesterday’s squash and broccoli from the farm and cook some kale. But she didn’t add that. Instead, she looked up at the ceiling with a smile on her face as she listed the vaious non-productive things she’d done tonite.
“And,” she said as she took a step towards me. “And now I am getting a book and taking some allergy medicine and getting under the covers and going to bed.”
“That is my report,” she said.
She walked over to my chair, gave me a kiss and said goodnight.