Thursdays are long. I teach at 8:00 am. I have a class that goes until 6:30 pm. By the time I get home all I want to do is crash, and that's often (like today) what I do. But I have an awesome husband who makes sure dinner is ready and the dishes get done. He does the laundry every day, and he handles calls to insurance companies (why are there so many calls that have to be made to insurance companies?).
When I got home today I smelled the most wonderful thing--bread! The smell of bread is the smell of heaven, I'm convinced. And he makes bread, homemade bread, every week or so, so we always have homemade, whole wheat bread.
I'm a lucky girl.
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