Me Yin, You Yang

Something's horribly wrong.

Suddenly, M. is staying up until 3 in the morning doing online searches for replacement wedding readings and creating our Weekend Itinerary Handout and making extensive lists of Things Still Left Undone, while I'm going to bed at 10:30 and sleeping like a brick and feeling like we can just write our vows in the car ride up to Wellfleet or maybe just on our way up the aisle.

Is it the nighttime dental guard? The self-tanning lotion? The moon cycle?

Or are the two of us simply destined to live in perpetual, sometimes tragic, but ultimately beautifully simplistic and dysfuntionally functional, equal and opposing life spheres?