There are events that happen in my friends lives that make me question my own. It goes like this. My friend's life falls apart,I wonder why my own has not and when it will. My friend's life comes together, I wonder why my own has not and when it will.

Today I learned that what we westerners know as Chilean Sea Bass is really a fish from the subantartic called a Patagonian toothfish. Wonder why you never saw that on the menu.

The end of a pleasantly reclusive weekend. The rain a perfect backdrop for reclusion. But I did see friends.

A friend from DC who appreciates my stories and I hers. We talked at impossible lengths of relationships, family, relationships, the future.

Plot. Over dinner she asks him if he would prefer to have a marriage that settles into a good sex life without friendship or one that settles into a good friendship without much of a sex life.