Dashed Hopes

I came downstairs to use the wc before finishing up some work I'm doing at home this afternoon. Beloved was sitting in her chair with A Letter Concerning Toleration by Locke in her lap. For a moment I was overjoyed: my I'm-not-an-intellectual wife was reading philosophy! Then she picked up the book, placed it under the form she was filling out, proceeded to use it as a writing surface, and all my hopes were dashed against the cold, hard rocks of reality. *sigh*