Dear John,
I had a very busy and productive day. I need to go back to work tomorrow to get some rest.

I looked out the front window this afternoon and there was DeWayne with his leaf-gathering-mower-thing in our front yard, cleaning up under our maple tree. So I went outside, forgetting to put down the dustpan first, and we talked and got caught up. In the middle of that, Tammy pulled up with her crock pot. It's lots bigger than ours, and she's loaning it to me to put my chili in tomorrow.
You get the idea. Busy, busy day. I have more left to do, but it will have to wait for another day. It's past my bedtime and tomorrow is my early morning. I should sleep well tonight. And even the busiest of Fridays will seem tame after today.
As I was putting up the last set of curtains, I found myself being eager for you to come home from work and see all that I'd done. Old habits of thought die hard. Doing things like this was more fun when I did them for you but I am finally able to do and enjoy them just for myself. Today I saw that I've made progress. Baby steps, but it is good.
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