Thanks to all of you for listening to my ranting last night! H is in a foul mood for some reason, continued this morning, I was able to stay pleasant. He had to work this morning, so he's probably just as tired and stressed out as I've been.


Hp asked what I liked about H. He's a good guy. Meaning, he has his own personal code of ethics, and he sticks by what he says. Sometimes to a fault , but it is a rare and admirable trait. He's also very practical. He has a sort of childish innocence about him which can be both sweet and a pain.

What does H like about me? I think, somehow, in the beginning, it was that I was American and a musician, sort of a trophy. I think he admires that I'm a social person, he likes my cooking, and thinks I'm a good mother. He does often tell me he's glad I'm here, that he wouldn't be able to keep everything going the way I do.