Hey. This is sort of a long one, to make up for the long stretch between my last missive and this one.
I yelled at my husband last night, and he slept on the couch. Earlier, that morning, I had woken up distraught, deeply gloomy. He made me breakfast and reminded me to “Change your mouth,” a saying we got from my smart CrossFit coach, who is living lif…
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