And now everything's fine again. in The Big, Blue House, year one.

Which is why I keep a diary of the bad days. When things are bad, all I can see is all of the bad days we’ve had, and it looks like a complete waste of time. When things are fine, all I can see are the good days, and everything seems alright.

He made steaks and fried potatoes, we played a lot of Guild Wars 2 while I was too ill from my period to do much else, and tonight I’ve about got the basement all clean.

He’s just being nice.

We’ll see how long that lasts.