It is a good thing to note that, in one of the curious contradictions which surround and inform our existence, Matthew had one of the most productive weekends on record. He did our taxes, bought patio furniture and put it together (yes, with Wonko’s help), took delivery of a piano we’ve been given, took delivery of the pieces of our bedstead and assembled said pieces, moved the metal bedframe we had been using into the spare bed and reassembled it under that mattress—in short, it was very pleasing for a puny girl with a very unproductive weekend under her belt to come home and find that her husband had been such a picture of industry.