So you may have guessed that D$'s return to Portland and my total defection from the blog world are at least marginally related. You would be right. Here's a brief update.
Having him home is both awesome and infuriating. I'm not gonna lie - at first I was all snuggle-demandy and lovey-dovey-goo-goo and up in D$'s business. There was a lot of face-touching, people. It was serious love time in our apartment.
But then the work week started and I kept coming home from work and the house wasn't exactly the way I left it. The man left piles of his stuff everywhere and kept forgetting to eat the cake I made him. Turns out I had gotten really used to having total control over my environment (this will not be at all surprising to anyone who knows me in real life). I had to work very hard not to nag.
Now we are pretty much back to normal. I've gained back all the weight I lost working out all the time and eating the same food every day. The bedcovers are infuriatingly messed up but I come home to a decent meal most nights. The cats have almost forgiven us and demonstrated their total preference for D$ over me. We are finally caught up on episodes of Psych.
Also, Dr. D$ is living the post-PhD dream. This means that that he grew a beard and is brewing beer.
I like the beard but do you have any idea how messy beer-making is??