Todd walks in the front door from work. As he takes off his coat he glances at me,
"How's it goin?" he asks.
I deadpan, "I feel like a caged animal, trapped in a life of hell."
Our eyes lock for a two second beat. In those two seconds he reads me and determines I'm allright.
He cracks up, and I start laughing too.
My relief is here.
I can breathe.
Okay, perhaps "trapped in a life of hell" was a smidge over the top.
At least today it was.