Man and wife

Once we discover 3 seasons of Arrested Development on hulu.com, our evenings are off the market. We come home straight after work in the neighborhood of eight. My fingers and your feet are spent. You check your eBay sales. I cast my hair out of its bun, I slip out of my stockings and into my lavendar sweater with the hood. You dash together some lovely meal, sometimes as simple as Havarti cheese grilled with scallions inside a hand of Turkish bread left over from your lunch, while I make black Tsar Nikolai II tea and wash up last night's dishes. When everything is piping hot and ready, we scramble to turn off the lights, for we pay the electric bill now, and the show begins. When the episode finishes, one of us asks, "Can we watch another," and the other says, "Just one more." In this manner, the clock rounds midnight.

And all those hours are billed to the marriage. It is an absolutely renewable energy.