I don't really get blogging. It's like writing in a diary, and yet leaving it open for anyone to read.
Today was average, early breakfast meeting, no jogging, lots of college football. Time spent with family, not much time spent packing.
My heart is heavy because my Mr. is struggling. Two days left before we go back and he is not looking forward to it. I see it weighing him down, and am unable to say or do anything to help. But that's about as transparent as I dare to be… he thinks I've already said too much.
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