With you, life is quite mundane—just the way I like it. Each morning greets me with the rich
aroma of dark-roast coffee wafting from the living room, where I find you in your gray robe,
absorbed in reading by the artificial glow of the television fireplace. As most days winds down,
we spend our evenings under the muted glow of bedside lamps, where we exchange mundane
details of our daily lives. Our uneventful marriage is marked by these kinds of scenes—ones of
ordinary predictability and unremarkable ritual. Yet, I revel in this shared life of steady rhythms.
I am not seeking excitement in marriage, whatever that means