The Whole 176 Steps

For the first time in his life, the husband had a studio away of his home. It’s been like this for exactly a whole month now. He comes back home to eat and sleep. Sometimes he plays badminton with Sienna after dinner. He so far likes the set up. The forced breaks give the change of scenario and change of moods. At the same time, he has been talking about having somebody to cook lunch in the studio and moving our apartment to the same building as we originally planned. We had dinner with a friend yesterday and we brought up this topic. I was saying maybe I should resist the idea of bringing the studio back home. The friend said, “Oh, please resist it.” The husband said, “It’s 176 steps to walk in between.” Our friend, quite uncharacteristically, screamed, “that’s two minutes to walk, man!” For a work-holic man, taking away a total of 20 minutes to take care of living matters is a big time waste. As people who really care about him, we must impose that on him no matter how he feels.