Pleasant Surprise

Before hubby left to do some work at the shop this morning, he asked if I needed him to move his stuff off the kitchen table.  I gave him a wish-washy answer, and he asked for something with more clarity.  I finally said, "Well, if there was a little room on the table, I could work on the book."  And he promptly cleared space on the table for me to work.  That's the most supportive he's been of my writing in years (at least, that I could tell).

I got about five new pages written this morning to replace two old pages.