I'm trying to remember a metaphor I made last night... Sam said it made sense, despite being ridiculous. Hm.
I've been making some bad comparisons lately. When Lucy and I last set things straight, I compared taking her out on dates to taking out the trash: sometimes it can seem like the most grueling chore ever discovered by man; other times it can almost be (dare I say) fun because there's a sense of accomplishment and keeping-things-in-motion.
I'm at work and Sam just rolled up on his bike.