Today started with my clock radio alarm NOT going off. I’m not sure whether I forgot to set it last night or if the radio station it was tuned to just wasn’t on the air at 6:30 a.m. (This happens more often than you would expect from a professional, commercial operation. The advertisers must LOVE it.) Then to add insult to injury, I had The Headache from Hell when I bolted out of bed at 7 a.m.
Fortunately, Dr. Darling needed to be up as well. “Fortunate” because it is impossible for me to gather up my clothes and get out of the bedroom quietly when I’ve overslept. She was attending a former labmate’s doctoral dissertation defense (try saying that five times fast!) at 9 a.m. and very kindly asked if I wanted a lift to the train station. (In my panic, pain and state of pissed-off-dom, I’d forgotten we still had my MiL’s car.)
The Swede was also in an amazingly good mood for someone who does not wake up easily or happily no matter what time of the morning it happens to be. We actually talked while I was getting dressed and in the car, a real treat since she’s usually still asleep when I leave for work. The conversation was so easy and comfortable, especially considering the rush we were in and my still raging headache. (The 600 mgs. of generic ibuprofen I’d taken before stumbling into the shower did not kick in until several hours — and several cups of strong Swedish coffee — later.)
When we arrived at the train station, I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before getting out of the car. Hardly a remarkable thin g… until I remembered (several minutes later while walking down the platform) Dr. Darling‘s rather stern attitude toward Public Displays of Affection and the fact that she hadn’t even flinched when I did it. (Holding hands, walking arm-in-arm, and chaste pecks on the cheek are okay. Kisses on lips, no matter how quick and non-passionate, are NOT.)
I thought about this innocent little kiss off and on for the rest of the morning. Not only had she not flinched … she had actually kissed me back! Could it be that the PDA rules were relaxing? Have nearly three years of living, sleeping, laughing, crying, sweating and fretting together worn her Swedish reserve down to the point that we can actually kiss each other goodbye in broad daylight like every other couple on the planet?!
So when we talked on the phone later in the afternoon, and I asked her about it. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Honey! You let me kiss you at the train station this morning!
Honey: I did?
Me: Yes! And you didn’t even flinch. In fact … you kissed me back! It was serious PDA! In Public! With lots of other people around!
Honey: I must have still been asleep.
Well, that would explain it, too.