Last night, we found out that my wife will need to go with me to court tomorrow.
We weren't planning on that.
Then she ate dinner. Mac and cheese.
She asked me if the milk was good, because her stomach was feeling horrible.
I told her the milk was still good.
We went to bed.
Today, her stomach was still feeling horrible. She called in sick to work and went back to bed.
These are just the facts without embellishment or emotion.
Coincidence?
Probably not.
I hate this stuff.
This endless court stuff.
Even the easy stuff is really, really hard.
I hope tomorrow goes well.
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