My dear husband is in the kitchen finishing up the mashed potatoes. He doesn't know I hear him, but I do. We have a "deal" after 30 years of marriage - I cook dinner, he does the dishes. I really like it, except that now I need someone to do the cooking. This stage of my life - my 50s - plays with my mind and my hormones, and now I am tired of cooking and sweating, which both come with the stage. I'd like to eat out every night, but in a small town like ours, there's just not a lot of options. I hear we're getting a Chili's....