[girlfromipanema]

H and I are making an effort to be pleasant to each other, for that I am exceedingly grateful. Last night I had dinner ready when he came home from work, but told him I was going up to bed because I didn't sleep well the night before. He asked if I ate and I told him I had a bowl of cereal. I was upstairs getting ready to go to sleep and heard him call out my nickname. He seemed concerned that I only ate a bowl of cereal and wanted to know if I wanted some of his chicken. I thought that was nice of him. However, he continues to sleep downstairs... Baby steps, baby steps, baby steps. He hasn't called me by my nickname in a long time.

I signed up for an art class I've been wanting to take for many months and tomorrow is my first day. =)