She smelled like beef vegetable soup

I'm up at the circulation desk this morning because the librarian who normally works this shift called in sick, so I'm filling in. And by "filling in," I mean I'm sitting here hoping nobody needs anything because I don't really know what I'm doing. Which, the more I think about it, describes about 90% of the things I do every day. Nice. Interestingly, though, J is also in here trying to fix the connection between the library and the software that handles circulation. It's always very interesting for me to see him work. He's so business-like and no-nonsense right now, but I keep picturing him sitting across from me at the dinner table, opening his mouth and showing me his already-chewed green beans. I don't know how married couples who work at the same place actually get anything done. All I want to do is flick his ears and call him "Sally." But perhaps I'm just immature. Distinct possibility there.