I Spent Nearly Two Weeks Recovering From Surgery and My Husband Never Visited Once—Then I Came Home and Froze at the Front Door

Life being finite does not make tomorrow irrelevant.

Our lesson became smaller.

If something mattered repeatedly, we either made a plan or admitted we did not truly want it.

No more indefinite fantasy list.

Pottery lasted two classes.

Gavin was terrible.

I was worse.

We stopped.

No inspirational breakthrough.