Unblugged

One's wife has destroyed all equanimity by redecorating. My father warned me that marrying would reduce to rubble all my aspirations for monastic routine, and, as usual, he was right. She is relentless in imposing change no matter how much it upsets me. So, for tonight, my little link in the chain of being that is the blogosphere must remain unforged. Does she care? Does she F!