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happy eighth anniversary, my wife!

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

I spent the day with a cold, and we were nursing a sick kid for half the day only for the other one to wind up with a migraine. I kinda knew that when we went out for a fancy dinner on our first anniversary that that would be our last such celebration. How right I was.

Thanks for toughing it out with me. You've made it fun.