For the first time this week, Yaakov came home on time. You'd think I'd be thrilled.
I'm not.
Why?
Because he came home, said hi, took a 30-minute run on his treadmill, took a quick shower, and has been sitting at the dining room table working ever since.
It's nice to ALMOST have him home.
Almost.
1 comment:
I soooo know the feeling! :)
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