Apparently, I didn't choose a wife, I mean a life, with one strict solution that's going to solve everything.

Am I supposed to look at funny things? Am I supposed to look at sad things? Am I supposed to look at poetry? Am I supposed to look at music? Am I supposed to exercise? Go grocery shopping? What am I supposed to do now? Well, I think I'm going to send out a nature poem that I workshopped last year and got feedback on. Do you know the value of somebody really paying attention to a piece of work when it's in progress? Even if it's just one small poem. It's almost like having the memory of a really good dinner.