It was a busy day.
I cooked breakfast, ate, and cleaned it up. I did laundry and hung them up in the back yard to dry. I cleaned the house. I cooked a beef kimchee soup and origiri (rice ball), and some vegetable dishes for lunch/dinner. By then I was almost running out of time. I jumped in my car and headed to the local airport to pick my husband up.
Everything went by on time and smoothly.
After we came back home, my husband fully enjoyed my homemade food after his two weeks business trip.
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In the night after I was done all my to-do-list items for today, I finally got relaxed.
I experienced a light bulb’s blow out twice in a row.
First one was the light bulb in the refrigerator. The light bulb on the top shelf gave out its last and brightest flicker, and it was dead. It never died off on us until tonight after our six years living in this house.
Second one was the light bulb in my computer room. The same thing happened. The light bulb on the ceiling gave out its last and brightest flicker, and it was dead.
If it happened only once, I would not pay attention to it. However, since it happened twice in a row, I thought about the message from the event.
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Maybe it happened for my husband.
He came back from his business trip through the long airplane flights. Even though the people whom he encountered and dealt with during the work were very nice, he must have accumulated unknown stress from staying in the hotel, constantly eating restaurant foods, and being away from family.
I believe the light bulb’s blow out was helpful for him to discharge his leftover electricity in his body.
Anyways I am glad he is safely back home.
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