So, this just happened at the Bennion Compound:
Anne: I have to go to work.
Me: Do you have to put in a full eight hours, or ten, or what?
Anne: I have no idea, I’ll find out when I get there.
Me: Well, it’s all right either way. I’ll be here. Right here. Waiting for you. You know, like Richard Marx.
< pause >
Anne: You are such a dork.
Oceans apart? Day after day?
Maybe not oceans, more like 3.5 miles. 🙂