The Marriage Drug
The newlyweds are home! And immediately I noticed something peculiar about them. They walk around here glassy-eyed, stopping occasionally to gaze at each other with syrupy smiles. At first I thought it was merely jet lag, and there's some of that for sure, but that alone can’t explain this behavior. They both seem eerily peaceful, beyond bother, disembodied, almost otherworldly. A fifteen percent drop in the investment portfolio used to produce concern, today it was met with a yawn. The hustle ‘n bustle of a new week of work and research used to cause anxiety on Sunday, today it was, “Oh, ho-hum.” This morning N (now legally Mom) floated about the backyard with her cinnamon-infused, nutmeg-dusted latte pruning overgrowth. Master folded laundry like it was something he had waited his whole life to do. I’m telling you, they’re both totally imperturbable and it’s totally creepy. Totally.
The highlight of the honeymoon, such as it was, was a kayak trip in Resurrection Bay. Master, being the novice, commanded the front seat of the double while Mom, being the expert, captained the rear seat. Master’s paddle technique evidently left something to be desired. Nevertheless, they left from Miller’s Landing and nearly made it to Caines Head.