Life Changing decisions...

are probably not best made at three in the morning after a night of drinking... Or are they? I guess I'll know depending on how well this all works out, won't I. I asked Maricel if she might like to come to Toledo for an extended visit. She had been waiting for that. I fought against the urge to drag her out for a Klingon Wedding. They have them, ya know. Instead we decided that Maricel would come to stay (I guess live is the word, but I'm having trouble with it) with me and see if she could stand me. That wasn't how she put it, that's how I put it and she laughed loudly at that. She was drunk. But we'd see how well she'd get acclimated to living in a new place that gets very cold. And I said if it looked like... I don't know.... like something good after six months we could get married. So if you still feel the pressure to get married, but don't mind living and sleeping together, how good a Catholic are you? I don't know, but I think I just proposed. Weird. Let's see if she remembers it in the morning.