I had hoped we would spend another contemplative night at home together. But I should have known when she prepared my dinner at 4:15 and said she was going to the Cathedral. I should have growled, "I hope it's too hot for church and you come back to me!" But I only whimpered instead.
Well, she came home much later smelling not only of a hot cathedral, but of grass fed beef and the home of those whippets and their keepers. They seemed to have had a very enjoyable time.
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