My daughter called me and told me her father and I needed to go out on a date because he wasn't doing too well. I came home and my dear sweet husband of 18 years was definitely stressed. He made an odd request and asked me to rearrange the bedroom/office. Wow, I just don't hear that very often. I am pretty sure it was a cry for help. He needed a change in his work space. So the two of us dug in and de-cluttered, organized, shredded papers and made some major progress in his work space. I don't think that he will have any less stress Monday morning, but it feels like a victory tonight. And tonight I will take a victory no matter what the size.
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