The spousette, whom I love dearly, conducts much of her business via mobile phone. And as she does so, she walks back and forth throughout the house. There is no escape. Anywhere on the main floor to which I might retreat, she will be there within two minutes—have I mentioned that her side of the conversation is frequently conducted at a volume that might suffice to be audible across town sans cellular technology?—and I flee for silence.
I really need to find a different domestic routine for the balance of my retirement.
cordially,
I really need to find a different domestic routine for the balance of my retirement.
cordially,