June 22nd, 2009
Five minutes ago – The scene: I am seated at the breakfast bar, reading a novel and eating leftover pasta for dinner. Husband walks over and leans on me, arms slack at his sides, not really doing anything except pressing my side.
BV: What is it? What’s happening? Something’s happening.
(silence, non-amorous pressing)
BV: Are you smelling me? Are you being a zombie? What are you doing?
Husband: I am the felt presence of God!
Ho ho ho! Endlessly delightful, that Husband.

I’ve heard of doctors getting God complexes, but…