I have an office. This is quite the new concept for me. Abby and I decided to rent a two bedroom apartment because with her being a teacher and me being a writer we’d both have lots of computer-related crap. And we didn’t want all that stuff crowding our living room. Hence a two bedroom apartment and the second bedroom became our office. Of course Abby lets me call it my office.

For the first time in my life my computer isn’t in the same room as my bed. For the first time in my life everything I own isn’t crammed into one room. What a concept. It amazes me that I can afford all this. I keep waiting for the floor to crash in and the realization that my paycheck won’t go as far as I think it will. But let’s hope that doesn’t happen.

Another joy of married life is the ring. I’ve mentioned before that I’ve never worn a ring for extended periods of time, so right now it’s a bit of a novelty. If you’re not married I’d recommend not wearing any rings until you are. That way you’ll have this crazy novelty to remind you that you are married. If your ceremony goes anything like mine did, it’ll all feel like a dream, and you’ll need that ring of metal around your finger to remind you that it really happened. You’ll be washing dishes and it’ll clink on the new glasses from your Aunt Margaret and you’ll remember that now you’re married. You’ll strum your fingers on a countertop and hear a clink–you’re married. When that nervous feeling overcomes you and your fingers search for something to fiddle with, they’ll turn to your ring and start spinning–you’re married. That’s my new nervous habit.

Another cool thing about being married is filing cabinets. Big, metal, four-drawer, filing cabinets. The kind they store secret documents in that should have been shredded. The kind that make me look like a real writer–if only they were filled with rejected manuscripts.