And I know one way to love you

derspatchel and I have been married for a year and three months, but we've been a couple for three years today. We went to the MFA to celebrate. The highlights were Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, a selection of mid-twentieth-century transportation models, blueprints, posters, and the occasional curiosity (a trophy from the second annual Goodyear Zeppelin Race in 1930!) and Gordon Parks: Back to Fort Scott, a groundbreaking, never-published photo-essay of Midwestern black lives in 1950, originally intended as a cover story for Life magazine; we also found Gustav Klimt's unfinished Adam and Eve (1917/18)—the first of his paintings to be exhibited by the MFA—and restored treasures of the Rothschild family, looted by the Nazis and slowly recovered over the years. Random art objects as we wandered—Jean-Léon Gérôme's Black Panther Stalking a Herd of Deer (1851) may be a fantasy, but we see that expectant crouch around this house a lot. We were similarly delayed leaving the gift shop by Jeffrey Brown's Cat Getting Out of a Bag and Other Observations (2007), which is the only time in my life I have picked up a book of cat cartoons and spent nearly every page recognizing my cats' behavior. (Our cats don't drool and they have never been outside. Everything else, right down to the affectionate gnawing, was spot-on.) We walked up to Mass. Ave. to catch the 1 bus back to Harvard Square and now Rob is performing and I am about to start work again; we have plans to meet up after his show. There is a cat asleep next to my radiator. These things are important.