I am tired. The water main in the neighborhood burst. We had no water for about 12 hours. Got it back around Three PM.
So I did so cleaning, cooking, laundry. My wife worked about 4 hours, came home, went upstairs, ignored me, except to eat the dinner I fixed for her, chicken/mushroom crêpes in white sauce. Then she ate the strawberry dessert crêpes I fixed.
I figure 1) she really is tired and 2), her love language involves a cerebral sentimentality with no concept of physical affection.
I soldier on. Tomorrow will involve swimming and other activities that get me out of the house.