We wake up in the morning and I ask my hubby, "How did you sleep?"
"Fine." He responds.
More and more I hear that response.
"Did you have a nice day?"
"It was fine."
"Does your dinner taste good?"
Which had me thinking about the middle of the road. Isn't that was fine is? It is neither good, nor bad, right?
I've noticed that my husband's life experiences seem to fall somewhere in between the good and bad. In the middle. For someone like me, who has list of words that can describe nearly every experience, this is starting to baffle me.
How can one exist in "fine"?
I suppose it is possible and it is certainly better than dwelling in the bad, but it does not seem to be a place where happiness exists at the same time.
So, I try to get him to talk to me. "Is everything okay?"
"I'm worried about you."