It's not all awful, you know, this life of wedded bliss. Yesterday I gleaned windfalls from beneath our orange tree; this morning I took them from the fridge, halved them with my new Shun knife* on my new butcher's block and squeezed them into a glass. It was like drinking chilled sunshine.
*That knife? Is like a whisper in the dark, it cuts by its own nature. It needs a name, and a reputation.