He clambered onto his bicycle and peddled off to work at eight o’clock in the morning and didn’t return home for 35.5 hours. About twelve hours into his shift, she took him some baked chicken wings and macaroni salad, and sat with him for about 5 hours. She read a novel. He peered into microscopes and took photographs of squiggly things. Finally, nearing midnight, she kissed him good-bye and went home to bed, because unlike him, she cannot function without sleep.
He continued to work through the night and all the next day, finally clambering back onto his bike to return home — eight miles — just as the sun was going down. He dropped into his chair at the dinner table where She had baked potato, sauteed mushrooms, and New York Strip steak waiting to be devoured. He declined the green salad, but did indulge in a small glass of red wine — maybe 4 ounces. It didn’t take long for it — and the heavy food — to convince him to seek the bed. She is certain He was asleep at the bedroom door, and is impressed He made it all the way to the bed.
It was another 3 hours before She went to bed. He was laying with his back to her. She put her hand on his shoulder and leaned down for her good night kiss. It was rather like trying to kiss a rock. She decided she’d have more luck getting a hug from the wall, and just cuddled up, slipped her arm around him and kissed his shoulder. She said, “I love you.”
He responded, “Doo-be do.” She was content.