After dinner, yesterday, we went to a church function, which blessed us but increased our level of exhaustion. When we finally got home and put the kids to bed, it was 10. After that, we needed to talk over some sensitive family issue, which caused some tension between us. At 10:30, I said I would give you your massage. You said that you weren’t in the mood (never in all my life would I have imagined you saying that). “No,” I said, “I’m giving you a massage” (which I intended for your sake, not the blog’s). “Fine,” you said. I gave you your Kindle Fire so you could watch a show or something, then I gave you a massage. When I finished, both our moods had changed. We were still exhausted, but at least the tension between us was gone.