a sweet surprise

Yesterday started out grumbly. High pain, general bitchiness, frustration at cleaning splattered grease, specific bitchiness (poor Will), just a super sucky morning.

Later in the day, Will comes back from running some errands and makes me cry...good tears this time. He had very stealthily taken my dad's watch (one my dad wore in Vietnam and for many years after) and had it cleaned and repaired.

The day was suddenly less grumbly.