We have experienced some nice calm days.
What is a calm day? One when I do not have to repeat 50 times that I am his wife.
One when he does not chase me out of the bed.
One when he is kind to the animals.
One when he does not hide the mail (and bills).
One when he tolerates Bobby.
One when he does know that he just ate and does not require a new meal
after finishing one 10 minutes.
One when he does not want to start packing to move to the other house.
The other house is in Santa Cruz and belonged to his mother.
When he understands this here is his house then he smiles and says
Five minutes later the same scenario happens.
I rejoice for every calm day.