And after many glasses of work, I get paid, in the brain...

Today is my second anniversary. Mike and I have been married for two years. It seems like a lot longer, but in a good way. The sort of way where it's hard to remember what I used to do before he was around all the time. We went out to Red Lobster tonight, which has become the main venue of our celebrations, especially since his folks have been sending us so many gift cards. I had wonderful, wonderful crab legs. And Mike got me a pair of beautiful earrings, black stones with silver settings. He also says another present is coming in the mail, but I don't know what it is yet. I got him a history-punk bumper sticker and naughty magnets. We don't have much money to spend, so we try to make it count.

I got out the wedding goblets today, the lovely Lenox crystal glasses we drank from at the wedding reception. They were badly tarnished, mainly because last year we were at Fripp Island for our first anniversary and didn't get them out. Did you know that toothpaste is a good makeshift silver polish? "You'll wonder where the tarnish went, when you scrub with Pepsodent!" In any case, the goblets are looking lovely again, and were beautiful vessels for sparkling red grape juice. It was a beautiful anniversary, and reminds me of all the reasons I love Mike and am glad I married him. Which, I suppose, is sort of the point of the whole celebratory exercise.

Now, though, it is time for bed. Tomorrow is felony pretrial, and we're going to sock it to the public defenders by setting every case we can for trial. They've dawdled long enough! Time to fish or cut bait. It should be very exciting. And last night I was up late because a gallon of detergent spilled all over the kitchen floor. Euuugh. At least now our entire house smells like it was dried in the sunshine, or whatever detergent pretends to smell like in the commercials. And the floor under the refrigerator is very, very clean.