For the first time, after 24.5 years of marriage, as I was leaving this afternoon my wife started to cry and saying she was really going to miss me. (Usually, there is a mariachi band playing in the driveway.) She had back surgery in early December and I have been home for a month trying to tend to her needs. Hell, I felt so bad, I turned around after ten miles on the interstate, stopped and picked up lunch for her and came back home. Now I will sneak out of the house at 5 in the morning before she wakes up.
