Virtue is its own reward, so I put wine on to chill.

Paused my workout long enough to peel and cut up potatoes for dinner, checked the roast and ladled on more horseradish. Corned beef. It’s not Van’s recipe, but he never wrote that down. Anyway, I feel like a virtuous wife now, taking care of my man.

I hope he reads this and laughs at me. I don’t gush over him for fixing my dinners so I can’t expect him to do so – thus the wine. Taking care of myself in more ways than just wining, though! Back to the treadmill and my book. Update later about weeping over old movies, K?

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