Shark

Julie's phone stopped working properly yesterday, so she has no apps and no contacts and a lot of other craziness besides. San Diego is two hours behind MN, so when she finally got ahold of me to vent about how maddening it all was, I was at dinner. Eating shark. That's a delicate marital moment when one calls the other in an instant of sheer, hair-ripping-out rage, and the other is eating shark. You can't listen and comfort and so forth and then be like, "But honey, this shark!"