I came home to no job. Dude, I had no idea how to do no job. Lucky for me, I'm a cheetah-fast learner. As I may have mentioned once or twice, I stopped showering. I started wearing fleece. I let myself go — quite gloriously, I might add. For Tim, the honeymoon really was over.

Now? Well, life seems to be settling back into some semblance of normalcy. I shower again. No, really. Almost every day. I get up and go to work in the a.m. So does Marisa. Granted, it's for the agency that cut us loose, but it feels good. I'm happy to be back, even under the guise of freelance. Okay, especially under the guise of freelance. Damn, if I didn't miss the cafeteria's hot cocoa.

I had a birthday last week, too. So, all right, I'm thirty-four. No big deal, seeing as I'm still constantly getting mistaken for thirty-three. Us product whores, we know things.

Oh, and lest I forget: On December 25th of this year, my parents forever changed my life.

I got TiVo.

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