Last night, after a long day for both of us, J called me at about 9:48 p.m. asking if I could pick him at work since the buses had stopped running. He asked me with urgency in his voice and because we have a strong marital bond I understood, so I raced to my car and towards his building, where he bounded towards me and jumped in, then I did a quick turn and pointed the Civic towards home, where, yes, a late dinner was sort of in progress, and the bed was made and comfortable, but most importantly? The television was already tuned to NBC and thanks to our efficiency we'd only missed a few minutes of the new episode of "Law and Order: SVU," and that, my friends, is teamwork.