I had a realization today, as we were playing with the boys and cleaning the house (purging to make us more limber): As my wife is supporting me at the moment, I suppose she's doing so, in order that I can gain greater satisfaction out of my life than I would, say, if I took a job as barista or book shelver. So... I really ought to do what I can to see to it that I'm actually more satisfied in life than I would be otherwise. Otherwise, what's the point?
So, in my convoluted, baroquely reasoned way, I guess it's high time I just start enjoying where I am, and stop grumbling quite. so. much.
That's all. Go back to your weekend doings.