E sure is dedicated to his craft. The first thing he does after putting on that godforsaken white (actually beige, after a year of wear) robe of mine/his is fire up his Apple MacBook Air and start coding. Seven days a week, he puts in a good 10 hours of work, often well past midnight. “Baby, I love what I do,” he says.

I love what I do, too, but I procrastinate like the dickens before I crack down in front of my computer and start typing. It’s horrible. It’s shocking I actually get copy out. This is why I work at a daily paper–tight deadlines keep me on task. As do editors who scream very loudly when I do not meet them.

A rainy day over the weekend was a perfect day for me to get some serious work done around the house on projects I haven’t finished. E was determined to help me, too. I hadn’t cleaned up some junk around his office that I’d received over the holidays. A pair of headphones given to me as a gift were still sitting on his desk; the box was tossed on the floor. “Honey, when are you going to deal with that?” E asked. “I’ll get ’em,” I said, as I dashed out to a yoga class.

When I came in with groceries after yoga, E had cleaned the kitchen and made the bed. He also put that box from the headphones on the bed. “You have an issue with unfinished projects around the house. I’m going to help you finish one. I put the box from your headphones on the bed, and you’re not allowed to go to sleep unless the box is thrown out.”

Fine. I took the box from the bed, closed it up and put it in the hall closet to deal with after I made grilled cheese sandwiches. I was hungry, and I needed nourishment to work on household chores. Plus, the tasty sandwich kept E distracted from looking in the closet to see I hadn’t really dealt with the box problem.

At least I tackled one project tackled today—lunch.

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