This morning He-who-makes-me-dinner woke up in a foul mood. He didn't want to go to work; he'd slept for about 12 hours (fell asleep at 8PM); had a really long shower; and was generally feeling despondent.
So I made him breakfast, made him laugh at least once by being silly, and, wonder of wonders, he was silly too for a brief moment.
Then I tidied up a bit, put laundry to wash, changed the towels, and had lunch. After lunch I went to my old apartment and re-packed some of the boxes (packing all of the heavy books and binders in one box was not smart of me). I carried said boxes down to my car and took them home. Where I took one box upstairs (we live on the fourth flour in a turn of the century walk-up) and decided to leave the others in the car for when hubby comes home.
And lo, he came home in a relatively good mood and decided he needed the evening for himself to work on some private coding projects. But not before he'd made me dinner (broccoli and beef). So I went out with a guy friend from back in highschool and had a good time. And I've just come back home and He-who-warms-my-feet-at-night was happy and had made some progress on his project and we are off to brush teeth and go to bed. So, good night!
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