there's a lot to be said about me and Spencer, a little less than that about how much I miss having the guy around, and not a whole lot about the not-Spencer-accompanied bits of my day, but mostly I wanted to talk about this:

just after we were seated at the crepe place, and before we started discussing things ranging from credit limits to future plans to parental surreality, we both took off our coats to reveal plaid shirts with button-down collars, sat down, popped our respective cuffs and rolled them up to the elbow. The conversational stride wasn't broken, the cuffs were pretty much identical (across all four arms), and I didn't even consider it until later, when it made me smile.