Yesterday was Paul's first day back at work. That's both a good thing and a bad thing - it's good because he now has a solid structure, somewhat of a routine, something to keep him busy and lots of people around him every day. It's bad for, well, basically the same reasons that it is good.
But he survived his first day back, and now he's on day two back.
Tuesday night (yup, same night my camera came to visit me!) I decided to have a special "Going Back to Work" meal for Paul. I did a roast, veggies and bread and then Paul's favorite - I made him pumpkin pie. This man adores pumpkin pie. I like pumpkin pie only because it means I get to eat whipped cream. I usually eat the cream and give my piece of pie away. I'm not a pumpkin pie fan.
It was a real sacrifice to make a dessert that I don't really like. But made it I did. And I did eat it. More than just the whipped cream. And I still don't like it all that much. It's not as bad as I thought it to be, but it's not my favorite.
Saturday Post -- 12/01/18
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