Event days beget living in a hotel room, which beget unforeseen consequences. Some are the big things, and others, like porta-potties, are less obvious (but no less important, mind you). With porta-potties comes hand sanitizer (unless you are lucky enough to use a Quebecois one…), which dries out my hands. The dried out hands leads to gobs of hand lotion, which gunks up my wedding ring. And since I don’t want to be too my like my grandfather (loser of wedding ring), I have been wearing a sweater that allows me to latch my ring in a clasp. The unforeseen consequence: my hand misses it.
I just woke up, obviously sweater-less. I just saw myself in the bathroom mirror. Wedding ring where it should be, I smiled.
I smile whenever I see my wedding ring in the mirror.