Tonight the group of people I'm working with this summer started our weekly meeting off with sharing our "highs and lows" for the week. I'm not a huge fan of this activity, but this one was cute.

Two of the guys live on the same floor of our dorm and so share a common kitchen. The "high" for one of them: "I was making eggs this morning and J walked in and said they looked really good, so I made eggs for him too before he left for his internship. I felt like a housewife sending—actually, I shouldn't say that. I felt like a housespouse sending the non-housespouse off to work in the morning. It was great."

And it was the best, and I learned to love a new word. The end.