A little better

Yesterday was a better day. I fixed the bank error. I took it a little easier and let my assistant do more of the work. She did a better job than the previous day. I worked fewer hours and felt okay when I was done.

Then last night in bed Mr. Ibis thanked me for continuing to work so hard while I am so pregnant. It meant a lot to me. He's never had a pregnant wife before and I rarely complain, so I don't expect him to automatically know that painting rooms at 31 weeks is kind of hardcore. But it feels really good to be appreciated.