Tomorrow is a New Day

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An uneventful evening last night. H thanked me for dinner and told me it was very good. Tacos. I'm glad I can't screw that up. Well, I guess I could if I changed the brand of taco seasoning.

I am under a good bit of stress because I am behind in my work and no matter how hard I try, I keep getting further behind. I am trying to not let it spill over at home.

I talked with a client of mine yesterday, who is also becoming a friend. She has no idea what has been going on at home. But we were talking about difficulties communicating with our spouses. I know that H and I are not the only ones who have issues. Obviously, DB wouldn't exist if we were. Sometimes H makes me feel like we are, which I try to ignore.