The mussels are cooking and the house is smelling delicious. Hugo is enjoying a tasty beverage as he prepares our mussel appetizer, a precursor to our black lentil soup main course. I think I might be spoiled.
I had a thought earlier so I figured I’d throw out this wild idea. As I continue to post on a daily basis about relationship stuff (couldn’t think of a better, all encompassing word), if there is anyone out there in the universe that would like to bounce a relationship question off of me, I would be happy to help in any way possible. Please just shoot me an email or toss it in the comment section. I just ask that you be as detailed as possible and that you truly seek an honest, constructive opinion. As I lay here on our soft, grey couch, with a healing, elevated knee, it would give me great pleasure to help someone navigate through something, whatever that something may be.