I try to support Dan in his career as much as possible -- encouraging him to socialize with his colleagues, trying to be understanding about the long hours, accompanying him to firm events, even when they're hours-long river boat rides that are inexplicably beverage-free.

It was in this spirit that I tried to remain nonchalant about his revelation that he'll be in the midst of pre-trial mayhem around the time of our third anniversary this summer.

"Oh that's okay," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "You know I don't really care that much about it anyway."

Dan found this comment less supportive than cold-hearted, and was (I suppose) rightfully indignant at my flagrant lack of marital sensitivity.