Lin called and wanted to know if we had to go to the market tomorrow for food. By “had” I do mean “are we are going to starve if we don’t,” because I’d already told him we needed to go. Well, he has to do some site walks tomorrow, and if we go to the market, he’ll have to do them in the afternoon, which would suck on a few levels. First it would mean having to wake up early on a Saturday and being busy all day, and second, it’s freaking hot out there in the afternoon.

I, being the wonderful and accommodating wife that I am [snort], told him we didn’t “have” to go to the market, and I could make do with what we have in the house. Or, you know, I could buy food at the grocery store like a normal person. It can’t possibly kill us to eat the same foods the rest of the planet does. So now everyone is happy. He gets to get his work done in the morning when it’s cooler. I don’t have to pretend to be human on a Saturday morning. Also we don’t have to make an extra trip next weekend to get cat food, since we can do that on our way back from the market, which we will “have” to go to next Saturday … or we will starve (as will the cats).

When we were haggling about how necessary the trip to the market was, my initial thought was to be kind to him, because it’s really been miserable in the afternoons lately with both high heat and humidity. He’s been out in it so much this week, and I know he’s tired and grumpy because of that. But then I hung up the phone and realized I now don’t really have to get up in the morning, and this makes me happy.

Oh, I’ll get up to make his coffee, but I guarantee you my still-not-feeling-100% self will immediately crawl right back into bed. Though he did say I didn’t have to get up and make him coffee, and I might just take him up on that. Not setting an alarm and sleeping in is a wonderful thing! In fact, sleep itself is so nice, I think I’ll have a nap right now.