On: NASA Doesn't Make a Suit for That...

Today was a bit of a "weight of the world," day.

By 4:30 I was wishing for sweet silence, or some type of NASA regalia that would insulate me from the craziness of work. I wanted to be as Buzz.

Instead, I left at 6:00, looking forward to evening Jon time. This was a day that would constitute, at the very least, a tiny rant. So during the drive home, I prepared my most pitiful account of the day's happenings.

I'm sorry to say that, after arriving home, I did rant. But I was quickly defused.

Jon had cleaned the entire Pagan piazza. Deep cleaned. On top of that, he had made our favorite cookies, started dinner AND cued up the newest episode of House for us to watch. Jealous? Oh yeah, he's that awesome.

It's a wonderful thing to have a mate who knows how to help you decompress. It's like having your own personal bomb squad--ready to disarm the stress that can cloud your perspective and take your eye off the bigger picture.