Happy and dissatisfied

In a rare ripple in our otherwise sea of marital bliss, my wife became rather annoyed with me last night. 

It was the final night of summer vacation, and I was lamenting the fact that I had not accomplished my goal of writing my next book in eight weeks.  Hoping to use my vacation to write fulltime, I thought that I could easily accomplish this goal, and while I failed, I still think it would have been possible had I applied myself more.  An unexpected revision of my third book and my book...