I have been distinctly out of sorts as of late, something you might have picked up on by the lack of posts. Oh, you're a quick bunch, you are!

Miles has been dropping pounds like crazy. He looked at me almost accusatorily the other morning and said, "I don't know why, but I'm losing weight!"

I've had such inklings in the past, but now I'm almost certain of it: Miles is no woman. A woman would view unexpected weight loss as a gift from the highest heavens and perhaps even keep it to herself so as not to break the spell. I've been beneath the cloud of headache for awhile now, but his incriminating gaze still had me shaking my head.

I replied, "And! By God! The bank account has extra, unexpected money! Why must we keep suffering so? Why does the world deal us so harshly!?"

He gave me his, "stop trying to be funny, it's not working" look and tied his shoes. We haven't discussed it since.