Friday morning was a long day.
Before the sun came up, the Ump and I were traveling I-81 with commuter traffic to Winchester where he was scheduled to have his heart catheterized to look for blockages.
Too soon to deal with things like this. The implications so over-whelming I squeezed them to the side of my brain so I could not go into full rumination. Over-thinking is my special talent.
By 12:30, we were home. The all-clear had been sounded and we both sank onto the sofa with guilty pleasure knowing that we could - in theory - go back to work, but we didn't. In celebration of his excellent test results.
I've always known he has a great heart. Now I have scientific proof.