It's been a week since I arrived in San Antonio to be with my wife. I can't accurately express how great the week has been. Nothing incredible has happened. We've done no exciting things. But I am here, and close to Colleen, and happy.
Colleen likes Whataburger. This makes me happy. Sonic has yet to win her over, but it will, maybe.
I have gotten to see Colleen five out of the seven days I've been here. Tonight will make it six for eight. Before this, the number was two out of some three months. Still, we have spent more days apart than together since we were married, but the disparity is surely shrinking. By the end of our first year of marriage, we will be on the good side of the ratio.
As for sleeping in the same bed, well that might take a bit longer to even out.
There is a cleaning woman at my house right now. Apparently we have a cleaning woman.
A new guy is moving in some time in the next week.
So yeah. One week down, 11 or so to go. Enjoy your National Prayer Day. That was today, right? or yesterday? Well anyway, pray your knees off.
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We sing a cadence:
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Marching down the avenue, 12 more weeks and we'll be through.
We alter the number of weeks as each one passes. On Monday, we'll start singing 11.
80 days to be precise.
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