Happy happy eighth anniversary to my beloved λ, eigenkumquat! I am so blessed to have met you (and in a state that let us get married eight years ago, no less). By now I have no idea what I would do without you, so let’s not find out. This year is apparently our pottery anniversary, and though I expected in two years we would get some kind of great traditional present, it turns out ten years is tin. So that is disappointing. But I vote that we keep giving each other tickets to Broadway shows and the like (I can put your card this year in a clay bowl if you like?) and just hang in there until we hit gold. Love you, bean!