For the record, being married (or having a room- / housemate) is great if the other person cares at all about you and humanity in general. But there are perks to living alone that I miss sometimes. Like when it’s 10:20 p.m., and I find myself feeling well rested and inspired to sing opera for 4 hours.
Sadly, my husband and our housemate, both of whom have to work earlier than I do tomorrow, are likely to object to my caterwauling.
Sigh. If only I owned a music school loaded with pianos and guitars and other instruments that was vacant (of people) at this time of day/night.
Oh, wait…