(So I don't care much for fainting or wifely personality absorption, but at least nobody's locked me in my room.)
What's your remedy for minor existential angst? Today I successfully applied a lunchtime talk with my Hoob, then later on some broiled salmon, steamed kale, and a baked yam. I found knitting helpful too, particularly knitting with the SSK on the black leather couches at the mall. Bringing home a prayer shawl that was a complete surprise gift to me from a fellow knitter--that was therapeutic as well--it was wonderfully lovely and so well-timed, and made me sniffle. Nothing says no to cockroach like good conversation, good food, good yarn, and most of all, good love.
Anybody want to watch this with me?