1. We got a Christmas tree (we spent over a month’s salary of any of the poorest billion people for it) (wait, I’m not supposed to mention that here). It’s happily decorated in the corner of our living room. The girlikins picked it. It’s a grand fir. Megans asked me to be engaged and pleasant even thought I find christmas so offputting, and I tried to, and she said just now I had done well. That went well because I tried.
2. I went and picked up 25 40-pound bags of pellets, and Megsie and I carried them from the van out front to the shed out back. We carried them one at a time, one each, so together we made 12 trips. And we talked, and laughed, and felt like we were accomplishing something together. That went well because we rock, and we work on our relationship to keep it growing and well.
3. Coco came over to my easy chair while I was typing just now and she very confidently climbed into my lap as if in all the world that was her very own place. That went well because Coco rocks, and she still likes me.