The long day is over, we've watched the last two episodes of "Stranger Things," and the remains of dinner lie strewn across the table in piles of take-out carnage.
I look over to Katie, who's looking at her phone with eyelids at half-mast, and ask, "So, is it time to go to bed?"
"I mean, it's time for married people to go to bed," she says, looking at the time.
"Do you see a ring on this finger?" I say, showing her my wedding band.
One year ago: Concerned Bystanders
Two years ago: Eating
Three years ago: Just Like When I Was A Kid
Four years ago: The Best Spies Believe Their Cover Story
Six years ago: That'll Work
Seven years ago: Even In Park Slope? Really?
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