:: Thursday, June 01, 2006 :: Last night, when Alex and I got home from beach volleyball and after-vball eats at Betty's (which has totally gone downhill, let me tell you), the TV did not go on.
Compromise lives.
I scrubbed the beach sand from my feet and settled down to do some yoga while Alex tapped away contentedly on his computer.
It was quiet.
I could hear my deep breathing as I twisted in all directions.
I went to bed relaxed.
I thanked him for not turning on the TV. He said he knew I liked it better when it wasn't on. We hugged. Happy ever after.
