I haven't taken my wedding ring off for about three weeks now. Less out of earnest marital devotion and more out of the fact that I can't get the flipping thing off.
I like my wedding ring very much, but I also get quite claustrophobic, and need to get it off of a night time, to allow Ringman to breathe and roam free, to be naked and feel the wind on his skin. He's a bit of a free spirit, that finger of mine.
The main issue here is that I'm getting wider. Not more muscly, not more strong, not taller, none of those good things. Just wider. Middle age spread before I've even reached the Middle Ages. Saddening. You know on your flash widescreen tele how there's that aspect ratio business? Well it's like someone's taken my standard 4:3 format and accidentally set it at 16:9. I don't want to be 16:9.
Back to The Ring. I feel like Gollum, getting so attached to his precioussss that it started taking a stranglehold on his life. Actually, Gollum was skinny, so maybe I'm more like a portly Bilbo. The longer I keep it on without respite, the tighter it's will gets, and the weaker my own will gets.
E, I may be a little late home tonight, as I need to make a brief stop off at Mount Doom.