My new calendar has Sunday followed by 6 not-Sundays. The reality is that 2 of my not-Sundays are days when Terri works. On those days I get up with her to make the bed and the coffee, and help her get out the door. I am a swell guy.
I have also learned to love Sunday evenings. Formerly, Sunday evening was the official end of the weekend and the unofficial return to the work week. Anxiety and stress would slowly return starting just after Sunday noon, and build the rest of the day. Now, the relaxed stress-free feeling of Saturday evening continues all day Sunday. It's a great thing.

Missouri law governing manufactured homes seems to be ambiguous at best. I learned yesterday that we could not get a duplicate title for the home because it was never titled 11 years ago after it was sold to my parents. Having the time to develop personal relationships with the staff at the Missouri Department of Revenue has been a blessing. I have spent the last two afternoons there and will need to return at least once more. One thing I will never learn to love is the bureaucracy of government. But at least now I have the time to navigate through it.
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