‘You do not owe me anything, you do not owe me spring’, a line from an song written by one of the two women who originally fronted a band called “The Joy Of Cooking” in the late sixties, early seventies. I thought of my relationship with my wife. It presently was a bit ragged. She really can not make me happy. I could only make me happy. I am responsible for my own happiness. Yes, I want us to get along and I will do whatever it takes, but the happier I chose to be, the better she and I will get along. I am the only person who can make me happy. Those lines reminded me of that again.