1. I was surprised to hear Mrs. T say no when a friend invited her to an event. Several days later someone else received a no. I've become accustomed to it, but it's a rare NO that travels outside the house.
When queried, my bride declaimed: "All your life you have to DO or go...I'm tired of doing nonsensical things I don't want to do."
"Sounds like Modern Maturity has arrived", I quipped. My age old campaign for staying home has, until now, fallen on deaf ears. My bride never ceases to amaze me.
3. Cooling my heels at the tailor earlier this week I found myself thumbing through an ancient copy of GQ. GQ asked if I were suffering from FOMO, the fear of missing out - a compulsive concern that one might miss an opportunity for social interaction, a novel experience, profitable investment or other satisfying event? My kids knew FOMO as the BBD, the bigger, better deal that was just over the horizon.
I am happy to admit this technical caveman is safe from FOMO's deleterious effects, and believed that so was my bride, until yesterday, when she surprised me by creating a Facebook account. She needs Facebook friends to give her extra manpower to play Candy Crush. And so it begins.