Overtime

There’s nothing worse than both M and I having to work overtime.

Scratch that. She’s working overtime; I come in late because of the coding thing. (See the entry either above or below this one.)

Late snack for both of us. I was looking forward to a good dinner at home, discussing with my wife about the day. Oh well.

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